The night brought Lee restless sleep as his mind refused to let go of the dealings of the day in favor of deep sleep and he dreamed of ghastly underground monsters and horrific smells intermixed with sensual desires delivered with the pungent taste of Kindred blood. It was a chaos of themes and images that left him distastefully out of sorts when he woke up with the morning sun. His first impulsive thought was to seek out the Professor, have a visit, and desperately throw himself on the man for all wants of information and affections. However, that wasn't the reality of his relationship with the older man who cared for him, but resisted his inclinations in favor of keeping up appearances in the most painfully cautious of ways. The Professor would never bend to Lee's devotion and advances and Lee was devastatingly aware of it. It would forever be 'courtly love' no matter how much Lee was want for something more.<br/><br/>He dressed for what he hoped to be a wonderful day out at the Fair. He still hadn't gotten to see even a fraction of it and since his meeting wasn't until much later, he felt it prime time to make the most of not having to be latched on to MacClery's coat tails. At least the man no longer baffled or infuriated him. Once Lee had released himself from the desire to be with him, and accepted the nature of their dealings as simply business and future gain, Lee felt better about the whole situation. He'd also somehow managed to pull the wool over his own eyes and believe that he accepted everything about his new Ghoul life as being perfectly fine and even profitable in ways he would not have been able to imagine before. As he finished dressing for the day he puts thoughts of MacClery and the Professor to the back of his mind. There was excitement and fun to be had at the Fair and by God he was going to have every bit of it! In his vim and vigor for the day he nearly passed by the desk without picking up his key but Sally rang the bell to catch his attention.<br/><br/>"Mr. Wilde! Don't forget this!" She chimed cheerfully as he turned with a self-depreciating roll of his eyes.<br/><br/>"Goodness, not even twelve hours and I can't remember a simple thing." He laughed and took the key with a smile of gratitude. "Thank you so much, Miss Clair. I appreciate your trust and thoughtfulness."<br/><br/>"Of course, Mr. Wilde, enjoy your day and may your meeting go well."<br/><br/>He tipped his hat in thanks and was off again.<br/><br/>______________________<br/><br/>All Sally's work had been completed by noon while Sebak tended to the Temple built on the basement level below and while she opted to stay in after she was done, he headed out to go about Master Voss' laundry list of duties that kept Sebak busy on a daily basis. How she envied that man for everything he represented to Master Voss. How she wished for nothing more than to hold that near and dear place as the Master's apprentice with all the promise of secret knowledge and power beyond imaginable.<br/><br/>She was saved from wandering into any nefariously envious thoughts by Apollo coming through the door. Instantly Sebak was forgotten and her life was filled with the intoxicating aire that was Apollo's presence. "You came!" She looked and sounded delighted as she came around from behind the desk to greet him affectionately.<br/><br/>She then cast a dramatic frown in jest. "I'm sorry, no, Sebak has gone for the day as he always does. Off to do Master Voss' leg work as always." It was hard for her to hide her disappointment for not being the one entrusted with those duties. "But Mister Wilde is also not here, so...if you would like a tour, I'd be most happy to give you one! You've never really seen the place, have you?"