Blade ignored Simon's hand and moved towards where the smell of food was coming from. Sighing, Angel shook her head and gave Simon an apologetic look. "I'm so sorry about my brother Simon. His name is Blade and I'm afraid manners are not his forte." She grinned as she moved down the hallway in the general direction the two previous guests had gone. "I'm glad then. Wine and roast sound wonderful together by the way."<br/><br/>Angel picked up on the fact that Simon was nervous so she moved to link her arm through his and lean against him. "Why don't you show me to the kitchen so I can help you set up? From out here, it smells fairly wonderful...If a little smoky." She gave him a flirty smile as she tried to nudge him to the kitchen.<br/><br/>Blade for the most part could care less and when he found himself with Vivienne and George, he turned around to try a different tack. He mumbled something under his breath about not caring who they were and moved to find the food. Angel said there would be food. The invitation said there would be food. So where was the dang food? He was hungry now and could care less about any idle chit chat that would preceded the actual meal. To put it mildly, the food and his sister were the only reasons he was in a strange part of town, in a stranger's house and looking at this stranger's decorations. Bah. He would have gone with something different, but to each their own he guessed. He would only have to spend an hour max here. He didn't have to love the style of the design, just tolerate it.