"Mr. Apollo... None of that mister stuff, si? Don't sound so impersonal dear."<br/><br/>He gently pushed the two further in the room, shutting the door behind them and moving to fall back onto the rounded bed that took up a corner of the room. Sallie as always had the privilege of sitting in his chair at the vanity, mirror ringed by lights. Some had burnt out and needed to be replaced, leaving the room with a dull glow that lit up the walls and all of the raunchy posters and artworks that he had collected over the years. His tastes were so unabashedly man-centric and Apollo never seemed the least bit embarrassed, kindred life had been so kind to him and his hobbies.<br/><br/>"Mmnn.. Men who travel always come back to share the best stories but they're never home are they... Never a perfect situation, is it?" It was obvious he had a hard time keeping his eyes off the Egyptian, scanning him up and down like a cat to fish. Apollo could feel the man squirm under his gaze, and reply to his smiles with only indignant silence. "India though... That side of the world is so busy, isn't it? Between those Set fellows and the Kuei-Jin there's nothing but a stir." Apollo pulled his legs up onto the bed, crossing one over the other as if it would entice. Of course, now he wished he just opted out of trousers entirely, a nightgown would've been the better choice if he had known there would be such a handsome visitor.<br/><br/>To the mention of a ghouling, he sent Sallie a look of shock. "Come? You're surely joking. What luck is that! Was it messy? They do always happen in rooms for rent don't they? Easy to leave the aftermath to someone else. That's just in bad taste!" He scrunched up his nose in disgust and blew a piece of hair out of his face, arm draped along one side of the backboard. "Is that why you're here? I take it you don't know who it was, the kindred of course. Might be one of those new Camarilla kids, I see the lot of them you know, my Elysium is always the most exciting statewide.. I hope to rival the coast one day, they've got numbers but New York is not in the least Romantic let me tell you."<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>".. I'm sorry, I'll keep that in mind, um..." Loretta stared down at the hands in her lap in thought to the more difficult question than that of booze. "To us.. Nothing bad, I don't think. I don't know about you, but me and the boy were, whats the word..." She furrowed her brow and chewed on her lip a moment, trying to figure out the best words to use. "Disposable, does that make sense? We do not have families, or didn't. Mr.MacClery has us, and we have him. There are others that come in, but not the same way as you, and a lot don't stay long.. behavior, it's the blood that drives you crazy..." Loretta looked at him finally, carefully and sincerely. "I get it too, my body moves on it's own, yours has too, hasn't it? That is what being a ghoul is. I don't think it's a bad thing."<br/><br/>Some silence passed, she seemed so troubled. ".... Oh, but it does feel... good. Doesn't it? My bones always ached, and my head hurt, but that doesn't happen so much now. Baileys worked twice as hard as any boy I've ever known, and he rarely breaks a sweat. It makes you stronger, life feels a little better, and it's nice to be.. wanted, and useful for a change." Wide eyes cast down on her fingers as they fumbled together, she pushed back some of the less attractive memories from when she started a family of her own. Again, some moments passed before she turned to Wilde, "Should I put the wine away? I would feel awful having a drink alone, that isn't the making of a good host I know."