Apollo jeered at Sebak as the man sat down nearby, close enough for him to rub his heel down his back if he so wanted to. "Clean, fit... Business like... Sounds like it for sure, Ventrue. You know they don't care much for the boundaries of others, as far as they're concerned they run the place, especially if they're one of the Camarilla boys." His smile dropped at the mention of a red headed kindred, as if he were trying to put the pieces together. But, the talk of ghosts quickly distracted him.<br/><br/>"Spirits, ghosts, whatever. I never understood how you find the dead so interesting Sallie! Maybe it's my position as a... you know... but the living," Apollo picked up his legs, and smoothly stretched them out over Sebak's lap. "Especially when they're warm and dark, like a hot coal just waiting to be stoked..." He shot Sebak another wide grin and a half lidded gaze. Soon he threw his head back against the headboard and stared up at the bed curtains to try and provide something meaningful, before looking inquisitively at dear Sallie. "I might have seen that man before... A little on the mousey side, so formal with a European tenor, something on the English side, si? Mmmmnnn...." Apollo crossed a leg over the other, still draped over Sebak's thighs. "Ventrue... I honestly don't think I'd even take a guess like that if you hadn't said that! I think you mean the Malkavian fellow. He's one of the backwards ones, always goes to the parties with our dear, darling prince... I got as much dirt as a quiet thing like that would let me! So don't expect anything particularly juicy."<br/><br/>Apollo tried to remember a full name, though ultimately failed. "Mcgee... Mack, Mick, something like that. He was pretty interesting for a day or two, acted like your friend here." As Apollo explained and took to that gossiping nature of his, he pulled his feet up and stretched out on his stomach, the bare of his chest laid across Sebak's legs instead a he sat his head to rest in a hand. With the other, he started to rub the man's knee in small, sensual circles. "Mmmmnn, but he does a lot of work with the monsters you know. Nosferatu... Ah, I feel so much pity for them, unlife has hit them the hardest, don't you think? They can't enjoy the same things we do. Why, if it wasn't for the beautiful company of the living I'd be putting myself to sleep for decades to come!" He ended those words with some melodramatic flair. "If you somehow got a pass to Elysium, you'd probably see him again, for sure! But, I cannot help you. Not any more at least... Of course, you are not mine,  And I'm unsure if most of Rainer's... practices, really go well over the prince." A sly smile, he pushed himself up and pulled an arm around Sebak, free hand pressed against his chest as he leaned in close. "Of course that could change whenever you want it to, all it takes is a few sleepovers." The words this time directed directly at the Egyptian, face closer than any acquaintance should be and by now part of his robe had certainly fallen off his shoulder one side.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>The woman fidgetted in her seat, "How long... I... hm..." It was a strange question, she didn't often consider.. Life as a ghoul had become unnaturally long and each day seemed much the same. "Twenty, I believe.. Bailey is new, not even a decade I don't think.. It stops you from aging, the blood. But the moment I'd be left on my own, I'd probably look like someone's grandmother if my insides didn't stop." It was morbid, but true. Despite how ignorant Loretta was to Kindred business, these few facts were known to most ghouls, and MacClery was kind enough to answer her few questions.<br/><br/>Pouring them both a glass, half full, she took hers and stared into it. "Some get angry, and jealous.. We all want to be noticed, and loved, but the particularly rowdy ones always leave early.. I never ask what happens to them, but I assume it what happens when any ghouls leave. Mr. MacClery would be better to explain but, there are rules to follow. You can't let people like us walk off with secrets. O- Of course I don't think he wants to do that, it's just a necessary evil, he'd get in a lot of trouble not... Well, killing them..." She was incredibly anxious and apologetic for his actions, which would've been seen as monstrous to any new ghoul. Of course she had no idea what Wilde would think, or what he did for a living that made him so ideal. "But I don't feel you're the same, at least you're a ghoul but you're not like us.. Maybe for business? But even then... Hm..."