<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><br/>11:30 pm<br/>Location: O'Shea Mansion | New Arklow's Opera House</span></span><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The minute tightening at the corner of Min Yu's eyes was on the forefront of Frederick's thoughts as he stared into his fledgling's dark gaze. There was nothing there to see and the lack of a proper connection between them hurt more than he could say, even when he was sure that what he had seen had been a small flash of jealousy. When Min Yu closed his eyes and then nuzzled into his hand, a faint tendril of hope wiggled its way through Frederick. It was moments like these that wounded him, because afterwards he knew that they had been faked, that Min Yu had only been playing along, as if he'd been forced to fill in a role. The soft, vulnerable look in his fledgling's eyes had that hope surging through him and he smiled softly.<br/><br/>His smile grew slightly as Min Yu arranged his silk scarf so that it suited him perfectly. The feeling of those smaller hands resting on his shoulders gave him memories of their first few times together, when his fledgling had been needy and sought comfort from his sire as had been expected. Min Yu stood up on his toes and pressed his face into Frederick's neck and the small, insignificant action of the young man smelling him reminded him how long it had actually been since their last time together. He was being entirely too soft and lenient and if he wanted the bonding to take place, he needed to reassert his dominance.<br/><br/>Min Yu's lips moved softly across his jaw and Frederick almost cracked. Instead he gripped his fledgling's arms tightly, too tightly possibly, he never bothered to measure his own strength anymore, and pulled him away. All traces of gentility or amusement had been wiped from his face and he wore a dark mask of disapproval. "Min Yu, I will not have your syrupy words and faked affections any longer. You need to seriously consider the consequences of what is happening here with us, with you. I will be back sometime tomorrow night, my date with Lady Sorcha is to be a long one."<br/><br/>He stepped away and ran a hand down his coat, brushing away imaginary dust and wrinkles. "We will talk more when I'm home. Have a good night, my fledgling." Frederick quickly made his way down the hall and out of the manor to his waiting car, his driver a vampire that had been shunned by his family for not having bled dry a young human girl. Frederick had taken the boy in when he'd been threatened with death and since Colin was now under the care of the city's watcher, no one dared to touch him.<br/><br/>"Lady Sorcha's, please, Colin."<br/><br/>Colin nodded and started the car up, it's powerful engine purring gently under his careful maneuvering.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Lady Sorcha was a sight to behold in her dark navy dress and pinned hair, and Frederick couldn't have been happier to have her at his arm. It was a late showing, but then again many of the city's functions had later options for those that liked to take in the city at night, and they were just on time to be seated. She held his hand comfortably, her delicate fingers laced with his and he allowed himself a moment of relief, knowing that tonight he was going to be with those that truly appreciated the finer things in life.