Galen's eyes shifted between Ana and the newcomer. Apparently, she didn't know who the man was. But Galen did - he was from the Prague coven, as well. And not on accident.<br/><br/>"Daeroth." he nodded at the much older and immensely more influential vampire who stood at the door with a bored expression and bulging muscles. Dae Fabiani - one of the oldest and most powerful of all vampires. Could have been the next Elder but he didn't have the dedication to do it. At first, Daeroth fell headfirst into the category of vampires Galen hated - Borne, stinky rich, and arrogant. But Dae wasn't daddy's little girl, he had achieved quite allot in his time, and he had proven himself twice over. Galen rubbed no elbows with him - mostly because Daeroth didn't give a fuck about Galen.<br/><br/>He turned around and went to his sleeping back without saying anything further. He took off his suit and shoes, not caring about the audience, and he slipped his tough muscular body into it. "Good day." he said flatly, and he succumbed to sleep. Soldier training does that.