"I told you, not a chance! You're not mine you know, Moulins would be breathing down my neck if he could manage. And-- I never said I was hosting again, did I? Did that slip." Apollo put on his best look of personal hurt, pursing his lips in a frown. "Mmmnn...." He groaned lightly, though that feminine canter rendered it more of a sad hum, "I was going to surprise the Camarilla for the holidays, put on something festive, I look good in furs you know."<br/><br/>The Toreador fiddled with his nails in idle thought, nodding along with Sallie's pleas. "What make's you think I'd be so interested? Man's a Malkavian ghoul now.. are you sure he's still got it together? You know those Malkavians go for the crazy ones too, and their eyes don't work. Is this Wilde even handsome? You better not be setting me up for failure Sallie!" He jeered in a comedic fashion, taunting the girl though all in good heart. Sebak quickly interrupted though, causing Apollo to drop that toothy grin and mull over the second opinion. "You're so sure...<i>Ahh</i>, Dear Rainer, he's so.. particular, isn't he? You're both so sure it's not all by chance? Is kindred life so unexciting for you?"<br/><br/>He sat in silence for some time, eyes meeting Sallie's own, they were determined, she pined for aide. ".... Fine! But you can't go to Elysium on your own, not without your master, it's his invitation. Do you have to anyway? It's well enough that I'm hosting, no Camarilla rule is stopping me from simply catching the Malkavian's name. Or do you just love my parties?<i>I'd be so flattered, mi amore.</i>" He put on a sing song voice and showed Sallie a sweet smile. "This Wilde though, I've been so lonely with the drop in ticket sales, no one's interested in Opera these days you know, maybe he's fresh enough to offer some warm company? If what you say is true, I can't argue with Rainer's tastes... Oh--" Apollo wrapped his arms around Sebak's neck, legs strewn over the other's as he used every limb to pull him close, nose nearly touching a cheek. "You won't be jealous, will you? I bet that joker thrall isn't half as stunning!"<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Loretta seemed shocked at the accusation that Andy was cruel to either of them, eyes wide and hand halfway to covering her mouth. "No! Not at all Mr. Wilde... No, it is just, there are rules.. He told you, did he? This is the Camarilla, it's like a whole government run under our noses, but they seem to be very strict. The man in charge is called The Prince, Mr. MacClery works for him, simply." She gave a sure nod, hoping it was enough to sway the man from any idea that their domitor was of such bad manners. "There are a lot of... bad... people out there, people like him, the dead. But I'm not allowed to talk about that. We are pets in a way, ghouls are company, or guards, or employees, we're useful, and... disposable. But I'm ok with that." She seemed a little sad regardless, as if the idea struck a nerve. "I used to hate it, but it's just how it is, there's a lot of us and we don't live long, it's easy for a man like Mr. MacClery to get rid of one and wait however tens of years for a replacement. I'm happy here, though.. Really."<br/><br/>She put on her best smile, it was soft, sweet, but not incredibly genuine. Loretta seemed startled so suddenly, standing up and trotting over to the hallway. "Sorry, I forgot something! I'll be back." The record! She needed to make sure it was still playing, what a mess it would be if she failed to do one of her only jobs while the master slept. She was locked in place when she opened the door though nearly slammed face first into a tired and unkempt MacClery. He was certainly drowsy, unshaven, the record had stopped playing but he seemed to have gotten up himself and pulled on a robe over his bed attire. Loretta was suddenly backpedaling, literally into the hall and figuratively in her speech. "S- Sorry, I-- Mr. Wilde decided to visit, so I let him in. I thought that would be best, he..." She would continue, but the Malkavian waved her off and walked past her anyway, fixing the sash around his waist at the mouth of the hallway as he looked at their guest without a hint of anything. No irritation, no welcome. "You're back already are you?"