"I would be most happy to introduce your Tsukiya to my brother, perhaps they will have something in common." She looked about, wondering where he was.  He had come in before her.  She waved the thought away, wagering silently that he'd gone back to the catacombs after something their mother had said.  She does upset him so.  "Unfortunately he's a very private person, but he seems to have taken a shine to your Ijemaru." She gestured and looked toward Miku, who'd barely said a word through the whole conversation.  Lilliana could indeed sense her discomfort, but chalked it up to being a woman dressed like a man and in the company of women again.  Like trying to climb out of an endless pit.<br/><br/>The princess smiled with  a tiny, sly curve of her painted lips and brought the closed fan gentley to just in front of her mouth,  "Perhaps there are other introductions in order, my dear ladies."  Her voice had gone from it's light and casual breeziness to a hushed, sultry whisper.  She hoped they would not only get the message, but be unoffended by her suggestive remark.  Lilliana knew it was a very bold thing to do, especially in this- the heat of the competition for her family's position.  But the truth is, her body was growing cold.  Figuratively, of course, as she was a vampire and her body was always cold.  But putting that fact aside, she would indeed have reveled in the company of a strong, virial and mentally capable man.<br/><br/>Eurich watched with bated breath as Ijemaru pulled the drawer out ever-so-slowly.  There was a moment of extreme tension and then, nothing.  The drawer appeared full of slips, underwear and other lacey things men could never hope to grasp the torture of.  Eurich, intaking a little breath, gestured Ijemaru aside and slowly thrust his hand into his sister's underthings and felt around for anything.  Anything, made itself known in the form of a stabbing pain that shot up his arm and caused him to withdraw it.  Despite the delicacy with which he'd persuied the drawer, he came away with what looked like a long silver coffin nail in his hand.  He threw it down on the ground as soon as it came out of range of Lilliana's drawer.<br/><br/>His face re-adjusted itself into a pensive expression of concern, as opposed to the horrible pain it had displayed earlier.  The palm of his right hand had an elongated burn mark spanning its length, like he had grabbed a branding iron.  He was just glad it was his hand and not the delicate small thing holding the fan in the grand ball room.<br/><br/>The king, (and especially the Queen) had noticed the new commer and beckoned him over with his heavily jeweled right hand.  "Ah, you are the head of the Nagasaki clan, as We understand it?" The king smiled, noting that this competition reached so far from his home.  However, he was quite certain that no one but a pure European would take the throne after he, and forever onward.  "We politely decline your gracious invitation to keep your servent, as he seems to have spent much time in your employ and the time in which it would take him to become accustomed to Our way of doing things may exceed his short life.  But We thank thee for thy offer."<br/><br/>"My love, you're doing it again." Thothcapel whispered gentley, appearing quite concerned and humble in the presence of her lover and king.<br/><br/>"Oh- of course!" The king as a little aggrivated that he had to change his manner of speaking so suddenly, but he'd been doing a fairly good job of it til now.  "We thand you for your kind offer." This time there was quite the emphasis on the "you" and "your".