Ash & Anastasia
While Ash's lips twitched in amusement, Anastasia's own pulled down in a frown. It was a frown that she tried to hide by taking a sip from her glass and then holding it in front of her mouth as she continued to study the little Anarch. She had been less than pleased when she had heard about the Prince granting her access to their city. The Toreador could overlook the fact that the younger Kindred was a thin-blood but an Anarch was altogether different. It left an unpleasant taste in Anastasia's mouth. One that she did not share with Ash.
Getting up from the couch, she leaned over Ash and kissed above each of his cheeks, barely a whisper of air, just as he had with her hand earlier. "You are far too generous, darling." Much more than Anastasia herself would have been. Some might say she was being so with Felix but she had a line and that Anarch was on the other side of. "I should continue making rounds. Do enjoy the rest of your night."