His new bride was sure to keep him entertained for the next few decades she had left if she had more personalities to don in front of a threat. With barely any coaxing she had perked up stood as if the vampuric power coursed through her blood already. If ever the council was no longer breathing down their necks, and perhaps they actually became fond of each other he wondering if she would want bonded or turned in due time.  He resisted shaking his head in amusement for precautions that the flashing low-lifes would take it out of turn. Instead he gave a gentleman's smile and followed his new bride allowing her to take what time she wanted before passing through the obnoxious crowd and to the car. Surely the other vampyre had made it through with less pictures than he was enduring. Perhaps it would be for the better, given the fine line of control the other had he thought it may be better if he dealt with the twisted and corrupt snakes the media called reporters.<br/><br/>Once the car was within reach he opened the door and offered her a hand to balance herself on entry. Once seated he closed the door daring anyone to open it as he flashed to the other side and let himself into the opposite side closing the door before rambling off the address and looking at his bride wondering how she would handle her new environment.<span style="color: #00FF00">"You handled that quite well. Are you okay?"</span>He asked wondering what internal battles could be raging behind her crystalline eyes.<br/><br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`<br/><br/>Whatever disturbed him about going to their new home had put the poor man on edge. His kiss faded from her mind as her head started to clear slightly. If he kissed her like that too often the media could probably get a story out that she had become a meal given how her mind had fogged up and she had felt so dazed and relaxed. As he led her through the crowd she felt a small jolt go through him as if he had waved to the camera, highly unlikely until she noticed someone jerk to catch, was that a shoe? Looking from the confused man to Motto she couldn't figure out why someone would throw a shoe of all things it would be too easy to be singled out by if you walked out of the high council building wearing only one shoe, or even no shoes at all.<br/><br/>She didn't argue as he picked up their pace towards the car. The sooner they were away from this crowd the happier she would be. Once they got to the car she was surprised that the driver hadn't unlocked the door. Watching him pull once, twice, and then she knew it wasn't good when she heard the metal groan as the door was pulled from the car only to fly into the air with a bang somewhere she hadn't seen it land.  Finding herself in the car she looked over as he sat next to the open gap that was supposed to be a door and smiled as the car began to move.<span style="color: #FFFF00">"Thank you for stopping the shoe."</span>She said not sure he would like for her to comment on the door thing just yet. The drivers eyes in the rear view mirror were troubled enough, hopefully this wasn't his personal vehicle. Although if it was she had no doubt the council would be able to compensate for the damages.