A chuckle escaped him, he couldn't help it he loved getting under the skin of the stubborn ones. There was a darkness in her that called to him and the longer he was around her the more he felt it. Was the council aware of her? "I have had only two names in my centuries, and while you may not learn my birth name until we are a little more comfortable my given name is Gregory Frost, and who do I have the pleasure of marrying today?" He asked stepping back to bow as in the olden days hoping she hadn't heard the horror stories of his Sire Elizabeth Frost, that woman made a feral vamp look tame.<br/>As they were told to sign he approached and skimmed the document like he had thousands over the centuries and stopped at one portion. Wondering if anyone else would question it. "What is this relocation matter high council. I understand these young women may not live alone or in a place where he and I would be welcome, but I have held down the same lovely nest for the last forty years do you expect me to give up my securities not only for myself, but for what I could offer her so easily?" He asked pen in hand.<br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>"Touching?" She had only a moment question before his hand came up. She moved one hand to the back of his and allowed the gentle touch, it was intriguing yet terrifying that he seemed to have to concentrate so hard for something so simple. "Yes, sometimes touching is nice." She said lightly as the song ended. She would take any positives between them she could get. As she did a light curtsy not knowing what else to do but follow directions as they were called out. Concerned on what all the tiny print said she knew they would never wait for her to read it all. As the other vampyre spoke up she wondered what he meant and tried to find anything about relocation in the tiny scribbles.