<em><strong>Sebastian D. Richter</strong>, Tremere Apprentice<br/>Charisma 3, Appearance 2, Status 1, Blush of Health</em><br/><br/>The Tremere paused for a moment to glance at Robert after the attractive Follower of Set had introduced herself, expecting the man to do the same, but by the protective way Joanna quickly stepped between them made him reconsider. He had no intentions of making a scene, instead only staring at him for a moment with a raised brow, then turned his attention to the young woman.<br/><br/>"Of course," he replied with a slight nod. Perhaps he had already been aware of her identity, or did not particularly mind the revelation, but his expression actually looked a little more genuinely pleased than before. Whether that was a comfort or only more unsettling was a matter for the observer, but he simply continued to speak: "The enterprising club owner. I believe we haven't had the pleasure of a personal meeting before, my dear, so allow me to return the favor. Sebastian D. Richter." He paused for a moment, looking at her, before he added a deadpan 'Charmed.' to his introduction.<br/><br/>At this point, the small Tremere group of Helena Taylor along with her newest Apprentice entered. Almost as if he had sensed their approach, or less mystifyingly had known when they would arrive, his head turned to look towards their direction.<br/><br/>"You must excuse me," he offered, then, looking back to Joanna, "Have a productive evening."<br/><br/>It was fairly obvious that the Tremere intended to go greet his Sire as he turned around and stepped away, whatever he had intended for the poor Malkavian successfully averted. The way he had asked, though perhaps a somewhat silly thought, who know what one of those blood mages might do with self-baked goods except for, perhaps, another mage.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Sebastian intercepted the Regent as she walked towards the Harpy table, the disdain gone from his face in favor of a respectful deference. From the smile on his face it was obvious he didn't intend to delay her any appreciable amount of time, and merely bowed in a courteous manner, kissing her hand if she offered it before she passed on with whatever words, if any, she might favor him with.<br/><br/>Afterwards, the graying scholar turned his eye once more to the crowd, looking for an opportunity to mingle.