Although his expression showed polite interest, John couldn't keep himself from lowering his estimation of the woman.  Of course, that was true of his impressions of others as well, even among his own clan.  Anyone who played up the toadying and sought acceptance in the Blue-Blood organization got the same.  Especially when there was no chance they'd ever get it.<br/><br/>He very nearly scoffed at the suggestion that food would need to be purchased.  But, he held himself back, the clanless . . . certain liberties could be allowed.  Although the playacting was mildly amusing.  After all, scourge, sheriff, they were all the same.  That actually helped in some way.  He'd find out exactly how later.<br/><br/>"Sorry, no the clubbing type," John replied, leaving the card for now, "And it might be best to refrain from tossing around too much . . . jargon in such a public place.  You never know who could be listening."<br/><br/>He made the mental note to give up on correcting impressions of his relationship to the university.  Best to let people think what they wanted.  Caused them to make mistakes eventually based on mis-impressions.  Sometimes, he forgot the Bard's admonishment that "the lady doth protest too much."  In fact, maybe he would make one of his rare appearances at the elysium.  Some amusement could be good for the soul.