The Russian nosferatu watched her approach not changing his face at all just his grey eyes that kept themselves upon her. Those eyes in themselves could cause most people to get weak in their knees not that those worked on Vivienne very well. She knew that regardless if he looked like murder he wouldn't touch her. Not here... not in public. Not that she would like to meet him in some dark ally but then... who would.<br/><br/>"Can we talk... privately? I'm not here for fun, this is purely business." Immediately that he had said those words she knew that she had a free shot on him if she wanted that line was so simple to return to him as a hard ball that it was almost boring. But at the same time... he never reacted to it when she did.<br/><br/>He followed her as she took them away from the general crowd so he could talk openly, not sitting he just stood there and turned towards her.<br/><br/>"Miss Bellamont have you seen an unknown kindred the past... week coming to your club? A daeva from what we have been informed." His bluntness told everything... someone had come to Newport, stayed here long enough to be noticed and still hasn't intoduced themselves to the Prince... naughty people.