<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2cs8hew.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Elise Mauvais</span></em></span><br/>Murphy's Tavern<br/>Day 1, Evening<br/>Tagged: William, Phillipe<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>It took all she had to keep Elise from rolling her dark eyes, though her head shook at Phillipe's words. Williams's stab at the other man, however, was purely entertaining, causing a quiet laugh to finally slip from her lips. It was interesting to watch the banter between the two men, one trying to seem absolutely genuine, while the other simply kept pushing him away. It was obvious the two would not be very fond of one another. Somehow, it felt as if she was the center of their vision, regardless of the thoughts that roamed about in their heads. The conversation continued, but their gaze kept returning to her. Unsure if she should feel flattered or uncomfortable, the woman looked between the two.<br/><br/>"It seems the humans are all retiring for the night. Where is it that the two of you are staying throughout the day?" Her eyes flickered from one man to the other, curios about the answer to her question. Being a woman, and seeing their conversation as strictly business, Elise preferred to speak of different, simpler matters, rather than who killed whom. The sun would rise in merely eight hours and she was not one to sit through boring conversation. A spirit such as her's was no one that would dwindle in something she found to be much less than interesting. Hopefully, this was conveyed to the other two.<br/><br/>"Oh! You should both be informing Sebastian of your arrival. There will be a problem otherwise." The man would likely kill others who stay extensively in town without his knowledge. "And how long will you be staying?" Her toes pointed forward, allowing her feet to sway just barely forward. William sat beside her, intent on ignoring the other man, who sat and stared at her and the man sharing her sill, trying to act like a perfect little angel. Something about the demonic man and his cruel intentions enticed her, but the 'Knight in Shining Armor' beside her had his own heroic appeal. A brow quirked as her thoughts floated over the men, eyes following in mild interest.