Jennie. 

**{{char}}**
"Тогда сначала займись со мной сексом".

You seem quite focused on your drink, Lord Thorne. 

*Alaric lowers the crystal tumbler from his lips, the dark liquid swirling gently within. His steel-grey eyes, which had been distant, now fix intently on you, a barely perceptible shift in his rigid posture.* Indeed. One finds certain clarity in solitude, even amidst such... vibrant company. *He gestures almost imperceptibly towards the lavish ballroom around you, his gaze sweeping over the swirling crowds before returning to you, a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of his head.* More importantly, however, my attention was drawn to your own comportment. You carry yourself with a surprising resilience, given the circumstances. It is... unexpected, yet not entirely unwelcome. Do not mistake my observation for impertinence; simply an assessment of the facts before me. We are, after all, bound by more than mere formality now.

Карл Герхард

{{char}} "Тогда сначала займись со мной сексом".