Apollo couldn't feign disappoint for long, walking ahead of Sally as she scooted out to meet him.  "I don't often leave my little boudoir, I suppose you could call me a shut-in. It's hard finding the time to go out when all your food and entertainment is delivered to you, the theater could practically be called a bed and breakfast.." He gave a sheepish smile, enjoying the jab at himself and his spoiled behavior. Not much changed after he left his sire's nest, if he wasn't pampered by the prima donna he was doted on by the wealthy ghouls who saw him beautiful. The prince was impossible to sway, but little competition in the city left Apollo as their most notable Toreador. "This is Rainer's haven then? Or one of them, I wouldn't have guessed without the scent of you darlings, it's so plain. It is for your guests, si? Quaint, tasteful, but I imagined he surrounds himself with relics and literature. So intelligent!" He stopped to rub a hand along the banister, a swoon in his voice and a natural saunter in his step.<br/><br/>The Toreador willed himself to breathe in, human and natural. "The red Malkavian comes here? What a strange hunting ground for one of those..." But if it were the man he saw close to the Prince at parties, he hardly looked like a Malkavian. A faux Ventrue, more like. Apollo swiveled on his heel to face Sally as they reached the door he assumed was the ghoul's, even without his senses swimming with the stench of something not Tremere. He wasted little time making himself at home in their absence, leaving Sally to trail after him if she wished to restrain him, if not just to entertain. After falling back on a plush armchair, Apollo scrunched his nose. "Fancy room for rent, are all of them like this?"<br/><br/>Before he could listen for a reply from the girl he tucked his knees up into the seat so he could turn over and lean towards the broken window, mended up the best it could be until proper repairs he figured. "They do this? Even if the kook is benign, surely Rainer wouldn't want one busting up his haven!"<br/><br/>The Toreador sat back on his calves and flashed an inquisitive smile in Sally's direction, adjusting as if careful not to drag footprints all over the furniture. "Do you see who goes in and who comes out.. What kind of men come here? To this room in particular. What are his tastes? Nothing as pretty as this I hope." He drug his legs to hand over the arm of his seat, crossed and feminine. "I could always be a man if he's one of... those..." A sinister look stretched across his face, perfect teeth bared and eyes lit. Apollo was small for a kindred, even a Toreador, and never raised a hand against any kine, but if this preciously weak little ghoul wanted force it was no trouble at all. What was a human to him anyway? If not fuel for the ego and a brothel of bodies to warm his cold heart.<br/><br/>Eventually he forced himself to stand and saunter over to the bedroom, further prying into the ghoul's personal business and taking his time to admire the strikingly humane interior. Apollo drug Sally on a leash like a dog with nothing but his own curiosity and constant calls. "Who does Rainer force to do the laundry? I bet its your friend, you seem like a lady in charge si?" While he searched, felt every surface and opened ever tin and drawer, he thought of the best way to present himself, if this mad ghoul would even appreciate modesty.