The Hisuka family made their way to the great table with the rest of the nobles and high ranking members of society. Each member found a seat and proceeded to suck the life blood out of their human. They would gasp slightly as the pain worked to bring them out of their stupor, but shortly after, the light would begin to fade from their eyes. Sometimes the victim would mumble some hoarse plead, but they were ignored.<br/><br/>Like good children, Claudius, Ijemaru and Miku sat quietly as their father interacted with the present hierarchy. The night before, Ijemaru had given his father several pieces of parchment detailing responses he should give at certain moments, and a code to tell him when and how to do so. If Ijemaru didn't specify any sort of response, his father was free to say whatever he wanted, within reason.<br/><br/>Throughout these social moments, Ijemaru would sit quietly and listen closely to his father's conversations. If an important or delicate matter was being discussed he would take control of the situation from behind stage. Of course, he couldn't predict exactly what would be discussed, so he had a gesture which meant that his father should give a version of the response adapted to the situation. It was rather ingenious, and as long as his focus didn't need to be somewhere else it worked rather well.<br/><br/>Miku kept a dignified composure on the outside, but on the inside she was pouting. She wanted to talk to her brother, but he had to keep his attention on their father's conversations. This meant she had to be quiet and not bother him. It wasn't fair. She was sitting right next to him with no one else paying them any attention. Opportunities like this rarely ever came up. Yet Ijemaru always seemed to be working or busy with something. Why couldn't he pay her as much attention as he did the business?<br/><br/>Claudius also kept a dignified composure on the outside, but inside he was a mixture of bored-out-of-his-mind, and PO'd at his upstart of a little brother. He got something to take his mind off of it, when a young noble's daughter asked him to a dance. Of course he accepted. It's difficult to say what dirty things may have been running through his head as the pressed against each other in dance, but on the outside, he may as well have been prince charming. A dashing smile, kind eyes, sweetly spoken words, but it was all a facade. It seemed the Hisuka's were a family of expert fakers and liars.