Watch and wait.<br/><br/>Observe and know.<br/><br/>And never let anyone else know a damn thing about you.<br/><br/>Being a mysterious magician with an outrageous amounts of titles and nicknames who may or may not be in communication with dark spirits, who may or may not have magical powers and who had a shadowy past was a full time job.<br/><br/>David had been careful to not state his preference either way. He had raised the important question, received somewhat of a non-answer and brought along this little vote when it was needed. But his own opinion had been carefully guarded. He had more choice than most... he had found a niche within Dublin and lived a comfortable and easy existence. But that did not mean he enjoyed being tethered or his art restricted by these countless idiotic rules of morality. And he was as giddy as a schoolboy to see the colonies... although, of course, he'd never tell anyone that. No, he was David de Sabre, the Lord of Darkest Night, if he wished to see the colonies he would simply summon a ghost and ride their back to the New World.<br/><br/>So instead of setting own his own stall he observed everyone else.<br/><br/>Fredrick was well on his way to getting drunk and from the glitter in his eye it appeared he did not intend to wake up alone the next morning. Bob's glances to Alexa and Vivienne appeared to show he had the same intention. Of the ladies themselves Alexa just appeared desperate to get out of here... not the pub but the city itself and much the same for Vivienne. Whether they would fall victim to the charms of the men was another matter entirely. The Last Laugh was a cramped space where the crew would be in near constant close contact. Ill-will would quickly turn to full on dislike and while he did not believe any of the crew were the type to hold a grudge or to be particularly straitlaced about their partners, a spurned suitor would have to be observed closely.<br/><br/>When the toast came he would raise his glass, although no words passed his lips. Toasts and the easy camaraderie that came with them were not for him. Another sip of his wine... he was a far slower drinker than his companions... mystery didn't survive drunken outbursts and pounding headaches... and he went back to quietly observing.