The music would suddenly change, taking on a familiar note but keeping to the waltz.

A melody built in the Alfarsi ballroom, the orchestra stomping to the occasion with massive sound. As the music galloped up in scale, it filled the hall with anticipation and emotion. The music seemed to jump a key, repeating the rhythm before growing, falling, growing, falling. Then, the strings truly began, leading down as the song surged up.

Suddenly, a shift. The listeners were brought in from a storm of percussion and brass, into a romantic leading melody of string. Zosimos had returned, taking up a position in the corner to listen for now. He waited...And there it was. The strings rang through with their starting melody, falling into his favorite part. He gently waved a hand along with the music, accenting on every third. Nodding his head on the sharps, Zosimos felt himself observing the ballroom dancers as they began to assemble again.

The dhampir entered the ballroom and was almost immediately grabbed up by one of the occupants. She didn't have time to react before she was brought into yet another waltz, and she took care not to stumble from her sudden surprise. Who was this mystery dancer?
She smiled sweetly. “And who might you be, handsome stranger?”

Zosimos was lost in thought, and found himself making his way towards the crowd. The two rings had formed again, the inner ring whipping along with finesse. Petticoats whirled around him as he mingled. With a grin, he caught the nearest lady and twirled her inward.

"Good evening," He grinned, gazing into the woman's face, "Timo."

“And who might you be?” she asked again as they moved about the floor with such grace. “I've seen you with Daemala, but I believe we haven't met proper.”
She didn't ask how he knew her name- everybody in the Detente should have known her name by now, or else their ignorance would cost them dearly, like the vampire that still lingered slightly on her breath. But really gave her away as having recently fed on some unfortunate fledgling was the fact that she was brilliantly warm when Zosimos pulled her to him.

She quietly admired the chiseled features of his face and his strong, but cold grip. If he was into flirting with utter death, she'd allow him to bite her. Oh Timo, you're so easily swayed by a pretty face. She curled her fingers into his shoulders as they danced.

“Zosimos,” He smiled, twirling Timo out, and then back into the embrace. She was warm, and smelled of death. This should have unsettled and discomforted him, but he quite liked feeling unsettled. It was like going on stage.

"What draws the infamous beauty from her keep?" He asked of Timo, still with that smile, moving in the circle around the room. Letting his eyes slip downward, Zosimos completely devoured Timo in an instant. A striking monster, like he. His eyes twinkled.

Their babies would be beautiful.
Timo purred as she was pulled back into his embrace, and she reached up to stroke her thumb across his jawline. She noted the wandering eyes and similarly her borrowed eyes also slipped downward to great reward. Bitch was thirsty now. Zosimos must have been using his charm on her. Not a tactic she was unfamiliar with, but one so rare that she knew he was playing with her.
Well, two could play this game.

She leaned in and bit at his earlobe, gently. To cause pain with her teeth was not the goal. However, the lightest flick of her 'tongue' against his flesh would bring that sharp pain, not unbearable, but a deadly reminder of just what kind of fire he was messing with.

“Oh you know,” she replied. “The company. The culture. I don't get to dress up very often in the RIP...”

Zosimos purred in return, feeling his own tongue flick as ice lightning shot down his spine.
Ohohoho. He quite liked Timo. She had spunk, flair, attitude. Style.
She was a convict, a stunner, an archaic, and a dangerous slice of jelly. His teeth poked over his lips in the slightest as the waltzed.

“A pity," He responded in an almost whisper, dipping her deep towards the floor on one hand. It was an extravagant ballroom move for an extravagant pair. "Speaking of company," He pulled her back up, staring deep into her eyes. Zosimos began to lead them in a circle, making his way towards the inner ring. Here dancers flounced and flourished, flinging eachother about with finesse. He twirled her out, twirled her in: Embrace.

"We should do business more often."

Her heels clicked in time with the music as she moved without missing a single step. As stated before, you don't live for centuries without learning how to do some proper ballroom dancing. She playfully kicked out a leg as she was dipped, feeling every bit as showboaty as he was. After all they were quite the lovely couple, were they not?

She made note of his fangs extended and returned the favor with a grin, showing off her own, needle-like fangs behind her borrowed teeth, still every bit a monster. They retracted as she chuckled at his offer, and carefully, she dipped her body against his, smoothing her hand along his thigh as she came back up.
“Well, I've got the time after this little soiree...”

Zosimos let go of a lighthearted chuckle spotting her fangs. They had quite a bit in common, the two, despite difference in tastes. She wasn't what he would normally go for, but wasn't that the fun? His eyes flickered as she advanced on him.

Devil's play. His favorite.

He continued dancing, purposefully not answering her as the music had changed again. So he lead her on, in great loping movements with his eyes locked on hers. As the music was still, Zosimos drew Timo close.
"Do you now?"
The music picked up again, and he continued dancing along with his new arm candy.
"Would you care for a personal tour of the great Castle Vankoryth?"

She decided that though she fancied herself the superior species, the top of the current food chain, Timo didn't really mind being played with like a mouse by this very handsome cat. She moved along with him, keeping her body close to his despite the cold.
“What could it hurt?” she answered.

The music finally ended and she was able to catch her breath and moved out of the circle to the side and adjusted her dress. “So, tell me more about yourself, Zosimos...” she began. “I'd like a better idea of who I am doing business with.”

Zosimos followed Timo of the floor, leaning casually against a marble column. It had tiny golden dragons scurrying up the sides over intricate silver vines.

"Have you ever met Casren Bistreo?" Zosimos inquired, straightening himself and popping off from the pillar with a snap of his fingers. Within moments, a waiter appeared with a tray of refreshments.
The waiter then moved over to the Thorn brothers, presenting more beverages.

Timo took another champagne flute and sipped as she settled into a chair, crossing her legs what proper as she engaged Zosimo. “Casren and I have met a few times in the RIP, it's all short conversations, however. He more or less tells me who to hunt and sets me loose. Not much in the way of a heartfelt one-on-one.”

"Business as usual," Zosimos pretended to stifle a yawn. "Not unlike my kin. He never truly dropped his passions for passion, if you know what I mean."

He looked around the room, noticing the activity finally starting to die down. Reaching a hand to Timo, he offered to help her up.

"I can show why," The old vampire's eyes twinkled as he imagined rummaging though Casren's 'secret chest', showing the photograph he kept hidden there like he kept the woman it was of locked at the bottom of his heart. "At the Castle. Shall we?"

The hoverlimo pulled up to the Castle Vankoryth. No sooner had it lowered itself to the ground than the door was kicked open. The poor thing reeled off of it's hinges and landed with a thud on the stone circular drive of Castle Vankoryth. The music blared from the vehicle as Zosimos unfolded himself, smiling.

He reached a hand into the vehicle to help Timo out, not caring to cast a look at the fallen door.

"Welcome to Castle Vankoryth," Zosimos smiled, fangs glistening. "Home, headquarters, what have you, of the Vankoryth Detente."

Timo looked up at the impressive architecture as she exited the vehicle, taking care to not further damage the d- oh who was she kidding it was pretty much fucked. She gave a whistle of appreciation as she looked. “It's....certainly imposing.”

She had never seen the HQ of the Detente before; they had always come to her, given the fact she wasn't allowed to be out of the RIP, and she was well aware that her field trip with Zosimos put her on the naughty list. But Joran could get over it- she wouldn't have fallen for this Greek's charms if he'd bothered to pay more attention to her.

She was lonely, and he was offering, and she wasn't about to decline. She looked at her handsome tour guide and smiled playfully. “Lead on, m'lord.”

Zosimos grinned wider, yes the castle was imposing. He quite liked it that way. As he lead Timo up the large, stone stairs, his mind ran rampant with schemes and chaos. She was infamous, she was a vampire killer, and he was bringing her into their home. Zosimos nearly giggled aloud at the controversy, but that would have ruined his suave.

He snapped as they approached the doors, two guards springing from where they were hidden above and landing before them. Without further hesitation, they opened the large doors, revealing inside a recently cleaned Castle Vankoryth. Thank goodness the maids had sprung into action. Probably because of the Ball of Chaos.

"Where shall the tour begin?" Zosimos whispered in her ear, moving to sweep Timo off of her feet and carry the lady across the threshold. He didn't care to hide his intentions any longer, and knew the safest place for her was in his arms, lest anyone besides the ever loyal guards noticed them there.

Of course he intended to return Timo to the RIP, after they had their fun.

“What's the most impressive thing about the castle?” She mused, squeaking as he lifted her off her feet. She blinked and acclimated herself, before shamelessly resting her head comfortably against his chest. No heartbeat, but she was accustomed to that. “It's a castle, right? Is there a throne room? Take me there....”

Oh sweetie, while you were about chasing vampires, the world changed since the dark ages. But you're so cute regardless. Despite the clean, the scent of vampire was heavy in this place and it was all she could do to keep from drooling reflexively. She dabbed her mouth with a kerchief as they continued on.”If there is a a throne I want to sit on it and be the queen I know I am~”