Unfortunately, Lord Rochefort was the reason they could travel to the country of Alderth with ease and comfort, and he had also provided the Demons with clothes - he was coming into the Vampire's debt more than he realized.
"Very well," He agreed with reluctance, taking a step forward.
Ruoxi caught him by the shoulder to keep him in place, "We'll come along as well," He said politely, his stare anything but.
"Servants show know their place-"
"I don't remember referring to them as servants," Dulce cut in, "Your hospitality doesn't seem to extend to my companions."
The words were spoken very lightly, more harmlessly pointing out the ongoings than a confrontation, but Rochefort flinched regardless.
"I apologize," He forced himself to say calmly. "However, this is a conversation for Vampires only."
Dulce stepped away from Ruoxi's hold, "I'll return soon." He said, not quite sure if he should say more. He hoped that they wouldn't try to go for each other's throats in his absence.
