<div class="floatleft">(http://i58.tinypic.com/30mwxg7.png)</div><em><strong>Name:</strong></em>Tobias<br/><em><strong>Location:</strong></em>Hallway off the Bar<br/><em><strong>With:</strong></em>Felicity<br/><hr/><br/>Tobias followed Felicity off to the hallway. He was always pleased with how well she gave off the sultry, seductive look. He wasn't sure she was even trying.<br/><br/>Once they got to the hallway, he listened intently to Felicity's explanation. "A stalker..." he growled, frowning as the details were added. After that outburst, he patiently let her explain as much of it as she wanted, knowing that she would probably be annoyed at even that minor interruption. Not that he thought she'd do anything about it<em>now</em>, but if he offended her, she'd be icy for days, if not weeks.<br/><br/>Once she was done, he nodded. "That was a good call," he said, thinking over the details. "I remember Nash. Young, eager..." he paused, considering the options. "It would be far better for you to entertain him, give him what he wants to help settle this little problem."<br/><br/>He cocked his head. "Assuming that the guest's belief that she's being stalked is true," he asked quietly, "do you think it's a guest, or one of our own doing the stalking?" He knew that it would most likely be another guest - one of the vamps stepping out of line would be a far worse problem, all things considered.