<div class="floatleft">(http://i1177.photobucket.com/albums/x359/Briar_Rose_Thorne/Felicity-small.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character name: </strong>Felicity Shaw<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hallway off the Bar<br/><strong>With:</strong>Tobias<br/><br/><hr/><br/>There was a certain kind of thrill, even now, at being alone with another of her kind, forged and sharpened by both age and the suitability for power.   Neither was a guarantor of the other, and some of their kindred rose and fell a number of times as the ages swept past.  If Tobias had ever grown too weary for the mantle of power, she did not know it.  That, in itself, was a heady sort of temptation, to dance in the fire and see how much heat she could withstand, to conquer or be conquered, or to rise from flames simply as worthy, for a time.<br/><br/>She was conscious of that feeling, that temptation, as she stood in the hallway with Tobias, close enough to convey familiarity and no fear, yet far enough not to assume too much.<em>"So it would seem," </em>she agreed complacently to his outburst.  Oh, there was a flicker of annoyance that he hadn't let her finish, but along with it was the awareness, that temptation upon the edge of her consciousness.  Delicious, this game that they played, and thus far beneficial, for them both.<br/><br/><em>"Flattery, Tobias?  From you?"</em>she asked when he complimented her, raising an eyebrow and tilting her head so as to present her grin askance, following it with a soft chuckle.  She had had centuries, after all, to practice her delivery.<em>"Those employee management courses have paid off, have they not?"</em><br/><br/><em>"I'll take care of it.  That <strong>is</strong> my job."</em>Her smile did not falter, and she did not hide from him the fact that she would enjoy the doing of it, despite the reasons.  It was, after all, but a minor inconvenience, and as much as she like things to proceed on plan, it did not hurt to keep reactions sharp, to exercise all the right muscles.<br/><br/>And of course, Tobias did not waste time in getting to the heart of the concern.<em>"One of the guests, almost certain.  To be so obvious without need is the actions of a wanna-be, is it not?"  </em>Felicity's speech, as it often was with him, was a mixture of the old and the new,  even if the language they now spoke had been in but its infancy when she had been learning the correct forms of address.<em>"I do not think any of ours would be so needlessly foolish, so careless.  If I discover that it is otherwise, would you prefer for me to bring the matter to you, or simply ... handle it myself?"</em><br/><br/>While she waited, Felicity again reached out, running her hand down the fine weave of the fabric covering Tobias' bicep.  For all that she was 'hands off' with the other staff, unless invited, she did not observe that with him.  In some ways, it was part of the game, simply to see how and if he would respond, or ignore, her touch.<br/><br/>In reality, Felicity had little doubt which he would choose, but she asked all the same.  The little courtesies were important, should they decide to sustain their ... agreement.