<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/s24KeQd.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Elias Castle<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>A severe, simple black turtleneck, black trousers, and black shoes<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Elysia's Penthouse apartment | Downtown<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>July 6th | Early evening<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Elias is an awkward little grump<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Elysia Genevieve Abadie,  Ken Nightshade, Roslyn Glen<br/><hr/><br/>Elias nodded solemnly in acknowledgement of Elysia's request to be called 'Gen.' He did not seem like the sort of man who was well versed in social nuance and if he caught the undercurrent it did not play out on his sullen face. There was a small fraction of tension lost in his slim, slender shoulders as she thanked him for the gift. There was a modicum of relief that the gift appeared to be well received.<br/><br/>If he intended censure with his comment it was undermined by a mild response. "It is merely that I am aware that the gift is past due. The . . . untimeliness . . . does not please me." He said severely, and the corners of his mouth dipped into a small, thin frown that was not directed at her.<br/><br/>He nodded again, and it was with the smallest iota of pleasure when she spoke of avoiding the Shadowhunters. "It is wise and prudent to do so." Elias said, his gravelly, rasping words clearly enunciated. His gaze went over to the catered food spread, and again the Warlock gave a nod. "Of course." He said to the woman, and clasped his hands behind his back.<br/><br/>The High Warlock gave Ken a nod of acknowledgement. "Hello, Ken." He responded in his broken glass and gravel voice. Roslyn received a curt nod in kind to the one she granted.<br/><br/>As the new arrivals introduced themselves, Elias looked over what was on offer for refreshment. He ultimately selected a single plain cracker and then poured himself half a glass of tap water. Then the slender, short High Warlock went to examine some out of the way decoration, eating his single plain cracker with slow, deliberate car so that he did not spill any crumbs. He sipped at the tap water as his own pace.