*Arcxsus looked up from his musing and smiled. He flourished his hand in a welcoming gesture and motioned to one of the open seats.*<strong>Ah, I was wondering when you would catch up, but by all means join in. Order your fill!</strong>*He lifted his mug to his lips and finished the last of the drink he had. His face seemed a little flushed, but his eyes were still sharp as a hawks.*<em>I wondered where she had gotten. Figured the company might have been too exotic.</em>*He glanced at Nero and Camille, then to Kalin. His eyes appraised Seraphina unconciously. He always did have a way of evaluating females as small effective killers. Sometimes his lingering eyes got him in trouble.*<em>Oh, well. Guess I can live with being thought of as a perverted old man. Sure does contrast my noble bearing though.</em>*He looked up into the rafters then settled his eyes back onto the Ancient. The only one whos name remained a mystery to him. His hand returned to being draped over the back of the chair, which was leaned dangerously balanced on the back two legs.*