The tall woman's obsidian black eyes blinked once and look down at Robin. Guinevere's fingers curled around the mint squeezing it so tightly that it crumbled into fine pink power.<br/><br/>"You should have gotten one that was younger, they are more docile and easier to train," she replied coolly as she allowed the candied pink powder drop down onto her breasts and down the front the of her tiny little silk red skirt.<br/><br/>Raven smirked, his grip loosening a little from around her waist to trail and he crooked his head looking at Robin with amusement on his face and an arched brow, conveying both praise and not warning to press her luck too far.<br/><br/>"And easier to frighten as well I would imagine, I don't have patients for crying," he remarked<br/><br/>"Perhaps, but you were well behaved, and you loved peppermints," the vampiress mocked him. The smile on Raven's face faded and his entire body went rigid.<br/><br/>Guinevere, didn't respond and glanced back downward toward Robin with more interest, "A years is not long, I suppose I could wait," she remarked, a cold grin slowly creeping over her face revealing her fangs, "Then I could take her off your hands later...." she mused, but Raven sharply interjected.<br/><br/>"The contract will be honored, it is part of the New Code, things are done differently now. Once a human has willingly given blood and served faithfully for a year, they are under their master's protection." he explained.<br/><br/>Guinevere's smile faded and returned to polished white stone, "New Code? the elders have not agreed on this, and even IF this silly Code was implemented, which they will not approve of, it would mean she is not under protection yet...." her voice trailed off when she noticed, that while Raven's arm was still rapped around Robin's waist, his free hand slipped into his coat and pulled out the fire pistol and set it on the arm rest, pointing it at the Vampiress.<br/><br/>"The Elders are a only few old of Greco-Roman artifacts of antiquity still stuck in the old ways...all of the elders before them destroyed by the ones who refused to yield to the new order, which now is thought to be the Old Way. As we all know history is bound to repeat is self. The Vampire Counsel, they have been forming for over the last three hundred years, however young they are, they more numerous and they do not approve of the old ways.... they do not approve of hunting solely to kill or enslave, or siring mortals against their will and keeping them captive for a hundred of years!" he responded, emphasizing the last par of the sentance in dangerously low hiss as it implied personal experience.<br/><br/>An amused smile crept onto Guinevere's lips as she looked away from the gun, "You are so human some times," she mocked him and then stepped forward reaching past Robin she gently set her finger tips beneath Raven's chin, "I sense some resentment. But I want to remind you that the Old Ways are still in affect," she informed him, then with a small but quick deliberate forceful motion she slammed his head up against the tall back rest of his chair creating a loud smacking sound from the impact. "And the penalty for harming the one who sired you is still Incineration," she said calmly, "And besides... why should you bother yourself with such silly little rules, after all you turned out just fine, I and I did let you go....eventually," she teased, and then stepped back she released his chin and placed her hand on the gun in his hand.<br/><br/>Raven's eyes narrowed, "There is a succession brewing and I intend to be on the winning side," he growled.<br/><br/>The vampiress sniffed, "Numbers guarantee only one thing and that is a slaughter, perhaps I will put in a good word for you and you might be spared incineration and come back to me," she suggested.<br/><br/>Raven smirked, "The Elders rely only on their individual physical strength and abilities and they are reluctant to change, what they refuse to acknowledge is the modern technology that, give even meager humans the edge to destroy them," he insisted and then gestured to Robin smiling, "With the modern weapons and training, I could have her kill you from a mile away in a blink of an eye. The Vampire Counsel acknowledges this and feels it appropriate to keep peace with the humans throw other means of control," he explained his voice becoming stronger with a cool confidence .<br/><br/>Guinevere arched an eyebrow, "Those are dangerous words, Raven," she remarked as she daintily used her too elegant fingers to pull the polished silver pistol out of Raven's hand and began methodically dissembling the gun piece by piece, dropping them one by one to the floor, down to the last individual bullet out of the clip, "Thats what will happen to you, your worthless weapons and all the little fledglings that oppose the elders," she announced calmly and then glanced down at Robin.<br/><br/>"Give me your hand," she commanded.<br/><br/>Raven's jaw tightened, "I am still getting her used to being close to vampires, I don't approve of her being bitten so soon after the interview," he said denying the request.<br/><br/>"I am thirsty," Guinevere insisted.<br/><br/>Raven's nostrils flared, looked away, and reluctantly nodded instructing Robin to go ahead,  "Do as she says," he said.