He nods, then looks to the chair, smirking somewhat as he points his hand forward, twisting it as the shadows around the chair...seemed to weave into it, increasing its size, structure, and height from the ground to be equal to the elder vampire's own seat, something that most necromancers couldn't do, but one of the many ways an archmage such as himself is able to 'cross boundaries' of magic. A not-so-subtle display and message, if nothing else.<br/><br/>He takes a seat there, one leg's ankle crossed over his knee (male-cross legged) as he held his hands together and leaned back, grinning somewhat, "The other archmages know little of my activity. They know I am in vampiric territory, but not how far, nor the specifics. We are perhaps a bit more communicative then your kind, but we know not to push into each others' business", he explains with a shrug<br/><br/>"As it is,  I have several backup plans for escape if I need to. An archmage<em>never</em>travels unprepared", he says, his usual arrogant smirk returning.<br/><br/>"Now then...I have a feeling you didn't just plan to chat idley with me. Unless my experiences have failed me, an elder will generally have a purpose behind everything", he says, raising a brow.