~ The Tool with Mila, Nicci, Marcus and Angus in the Great Hall ~<br/><br/>All his adult life Vincent had been searching. Even now as he shut his bedroom door and made his way down the hall to the stairs he was still searching. But this time was different. This time he wasn't alone in his search. This time he was in the company of other who had passed a wild array of screening, wasn't he.<br/><br/>This time he didn't have to be careful about what he said to those around him. He didn't have to pretend to want something that didn't satisfy him. He didn't have to make overtures of monogamy when he knew he was lying to his soul  and being unfair to any partner.<br/><br/>It's why he never married. Why he contracted for short terms with subs. Why he enjoyed the thrill of training but found long term commitments so unbearable he shrank from even the mention of them.  It wasn't that they were too taxing. It was that monogamy in one form or another was never enough.<br/><br/>He wants and needs so different that one was never enough. His hand on the banister at the top of the stairs. The whole place called to him. Promising him all that he needed. Some might think it imposing. But it filled his eyes and hands and mind with all the right enoughs.<br/><br/>He stood at the top of the stairs adjusting his robin's egg blue open collared shirt. Once the black belt was adjusted on his only pair of Mantoni Men's Black Single-pleat Wool Dress Pants he took his first step down the stairs.<br/><br/>He didn't count the steps. A man searching for a place for his soul seldom counts things behind him. Instead he looked ahead as he turned and entered to the great hall.<br/><br/>Several were there. Angus of the dingy, two of the woman and another man.<br/>Vince gave Angus a grin of acknowledgement.<br/><br/>"Allo Angus!" Greeting him first as Vincent came over to the small group.<br/><br/>Two very different women in dresses that showed off their fine shapes. They stood near a man with a glass of champagne in his hand. From the way the man stood it was clear he was a kindred spirit.<br/><br/>His hand offered to that kindred spirit, "An you sir, I hope we'll be findin ourselves well acquainted. Vincent Lockhart, Vince if yah like. Tool if yah wish."<br/><br/>Women in the supporting role. Their place was always deferred in his mind. So a man could get his business done right and proper before turning his full attention  to the charms and needs of the ladies.<br/><br/>"An tuh dem with ah look of dah angels!"  Vince said in greeting the woman.<br/><br/>His grin softened into a smile.  "Would you be tellin me your names, so I can tank Himself at me prayers tunight!"<br/><br/><br/>