Location- Manor Kitchen<br/>Time- Three p.m.<br/>Players- Oliver, Angel and Syn<br/><hr/><br/>Oliver nodded at the information being dropped on him, taking it in quickly and filing it away for later use, should he need it in the course of his mission. As was his duty, he would do as told till it endangered the council or the princess, in which case he would act and deal with the aftermath later. It was just his way of doing things, as much as the council hated it. "I would very much appreciate it Angelina. Thank you. I think I can have something set up for us to be in communication at all times, though you may not like it..." he said before turning his attention to the coffee which was now surely done. Setting his blade down on the counter, he brought the pot of black liquid and his cup of blood over to Angel with a smirk.<br/><br/>"The trick is to not drink it straight from the bag. Coffee cuts a lot of the flavor you get from preservatives and anticoagulants," he informed as he pored the hot liquid into his mug before offering the pot to his friend. As he did, Syn entered with his ever impressive timing. Turning towards the young Shade, Oliver nodded before replying, "Always nice to see you Syn. I assume you'll be on your best behavior tonight." Oliver's lips curled into a grin as he gazed at the man, almost as if he were sizing him up just to taunt him. "And don't think I am speaking of violence child. Keep your blade sheathed, if you know what I mean."<br/><br/>While Oliver may have been a loner amongst the shades and all knew of his particular brand of humor. Even if his tone didn't convey that he was just trying to get a rise out of Syn, the look in his eyes, the devious glint that came with a prod, would be more than enough of a hint. In any case, his words were merely a chide at the man's ego. "As for dress, I do agree, I need to find something as well. What do mortals wear to clubs these days? I haven't been to one since the 70's..."