[This was the sort of calculated strategy and moves that Bren knew that Trent had thought he was a master of, but he had the distinct sense that Essek could outmatch the old fool with barely a batting of those perfect eyelashes. This was not Bren's element, but he was a clever man, and he could follow the cascading dominoes of pieces that Essek was speaking of placing, and he nodded, even as he continued to keep himself wrapped around his mate.

His arms were settled around Essek's waste, nose buried on his neck to breathe in the delectable scent of his skin while he listened to what the drowpire had to say.]

And one less reason for the wolves in the city to feel the need to play nice with him, to be caught under his eyes.

[Bren nibbled against the skin where neck and shoulder met, forgetting for a moment just who was the vampire here perhaps.]

Oh? Taking it over as the nightclub that it is then. That would certainly be a statement, Sternenlicht. Would you take me dancing?