Galos sighed, and checked his watch -the only thing that was modern about his attire- before answering.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"The dress,"</span>Galos said bluntly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"And change your collar. Either the ruby studded one, or the emerald and silver lace one."</span>Galos was more impatient than usual today. Even after his statement to Karie, he was pacing back and forth and constantly checking his watch, growing annoyed with having to wait. Whoever was this guest that Galos was speaking of, it was apparent that he did not want to have a bad impression on them by being late to this lunch in his own mansion.<br/><br/>Once Karie was finally dressed appropriately, Galos collected the thin leash from the wall by the door. He did not attach it to her just yet, allowing her to take note of the fact it was with him, tucked away in one of his pockets before he opened the door. Keeping Karie by his side, he led her to the front door of the estate, where they waited patiently. Even though they were early, their guest apparently had no qualms with being a bit late. Galos took this time to ensure Karie knew exactly what would happen if she were to continue to test the boundaries today.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"If I have to disrobe you and you still misbehave, you will wish you were simply a servant,"</span>Galos said, his voice filled with authority. For a moment, there almost seemed to be a 'but' coming after that statement, but Galos silenced himself immediately, eyes locking on to the door.<br/><br/>A quiet, simple knock echoed on the heavy mahogany doors, and immediately a servant swooped in to open it. The moment the door was fully open, the servant fainted, the smile on their face extending into a full blow grin in the process. Standing there was an elderly man. If Karie would have seen him anywhere else, she would assume he was a millionaire a century out of time. The silent rap of a cane stepped over the downed servant as he entered the building, stepping closer to the stairs that Galos stood on with Karie. She would feel the intense..... power coming off of the man, feeling so very similar to Galos, but infinitely more powerful. Galos' arm wrapped around Karie's at this, and led her down the stairs purposefully, attempting to hide the desire to simply skip four steps at a time.  Once at the bottom, Galos hissed into Karie's ear.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Kneel."</span></i>before doing so himself. If Karie were to glance around, any servants still on their feet would kneel as well, and the guards did so, even going so far as to lay their weapons at their sides.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"My Lord,"</span>Galos began.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "When I wrote to you, I did not assume you would choose to come in person. The House of Saryn warmly welcomes you. Please, make yourself at home, <i>my sire.</i>"</span><br/><br/>Galos kept his head down, and did not see as his sire's eyes went to Karie once the declaration was made.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"Is this the Tal'ren, Lord Saryn?"</span>the sire asked after a handful of moments sizing her up. His voice had left the door and was looming over the both of them, as if he teleported to where his feet where just out of their bowed sight. At this Galos raised his head and stood, subtly putting pressure on Karie to tell her to stay where she was.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Yes, my Lord. Though my inquiry was less about her, and more about her bloodline,"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#80ff00"> </span>Galos said.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"We have time to discuss later,"</span>the sire said, walking away from where he stood in front of Galos.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"It has been quite some time since I have tasted food properly. Lunch is more of a concern for me."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Of course, my Lord,"</span>Galos said, tapping Karie on the shoulder once his sire had turned.