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whose lives have no fears,
no dreads; to whom sleep
is a blessing that comes nightly,
and brings nothing but
sweet dreams."
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Soon enough, it came as Arabella's voice. He was asked to distract and make sure they know where Victor is at all times. That was not difficult. It was not hard for him to move the dialogues he received forward to where Victor is. He had already seen the Mark at the corner of his eyes since earlier. That's why it didn't take that long for them to be face-to-face. It also helped that the other people were vouching for him. It's interesting to see how effective those small, meaningless talks he had with them.
Smoothly, he introduced himself. "Mr. Victor Noël." He then offered a cordial, yet pleased smile. It was not an oversight to say that it was quite the killer smile as the ladies surrounding him seemed to up his attractiveness factor. It also added that his presence seemed to be fitting of some royal vibe. "È un onore." His accent was perfect and yet had that Italian vigor of charming suave. He reached out his hand for Victor to take.
When, his hands were taken for that friendly handshake. It was a deed done for him. "Arturo Santo, thank you for inviting me to this wonderful party of yours." His hand was smooth and had a delicate touch to it despite being a man. Yet, the grip was firm and sturdy fitted for a man. Once, released he smoothly proceeded with light chatter. There were talks of mild business inferences and then hobby topics like where would be the best country for foot ball, watching the best concerts and so on. It was to engage Victor in a conversation as long as it is lavish, with the touch of aristocratic flair. It caught the Mark's interest. After all, Vincentius knew well those kind of activities. He had been always the center of attention during those times.
Now, it's time for the other part of his deed. With a suave move of the feet. The girl who was leaning so closely between him and Victor suddenly fell with the champagne in her hand, making a splash on Victor. She apologized immediately and in panic. That one commotion was quite a cover as everyone's attention was taken in an instant. Now, his deed was already done. The rest, he would leave for the others to do as they are required. "Are you alright, Mr. Noël?" He chimed in between the small ball of chaos he did while taking a fleeting glance around him, a cover to see his other companions were good, especially his so-called bodyguard. Although, his crimson eyes appeared to take notice of something white and his defenses rose with a simple word. "A change of clothes is in order, I believe so." He looked at Victor's Bodyguards, a suggestion to make them aware of the surrounding just a bit.