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Leon chuckled, smiling back at her. "I was wondering whether it would be possible to have a small decanter of blood delivered to the room..." He bowed, winking. "And perhaps the company of a beautiful madam to accompany me?"

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Christina eyed him thoughtfully as he bowed. "Of course. I'll bring it to you right away. What type--" She suddenly stopped as Raven emerged from the elevator. She repeated the words carefully in her head, confusion written upon her features. She wasn't sure who she should be more upset with; Herself, for forgetting about her newly deranged guests; Leon, for helping her forget about said people; or Raven, for bringing such an issue back into her mind. Christina remained silent, though, and just glanced between the man and woman present. "Um," she began, her quizzical gaze now on Raven, "Thank you? For letting us know?" She knew she didn't sound thankful, but the abrupt stop in a moment she'd been so wrapped up in kind of gave her the right.

Christina groaned as she listened to Anei's warning. "Just what I need," she sighed, almost speaking to herself. She rubbed her forehead with the palm of her hand, sensing a migraine coming along. "Wouldn't be the first time this happened... Okay, thank you for telling me. Anything else before I walk down death road?" She was hoping that was all the bad news for one night (one long, long night), but if there was something else, she hoped nobody would neglect telling her.

Gabrielle had gently placed her fingers to her lips in the lobby and pointed them towards the second floor where Solomon, Leon, Victoria, and Christina should be. A ghostly double of her mouth alone flew off faintly through the ceiling. She collapsed momentarily as her spirit regenerated a mouth and recuperated. She stood up in another moment and waited for the ghostly double to reach Christina.

A dainty mouth reached Christina's ears in only a moment. It opened, as if to say something, then closed undecisively. It gathered its 'thoughts' and then spoke in a rushed whisper in Christina's ear, the one she wasn't holding a cell phone to. "Christina? It's Gabrielle... Well part of me at least. I've been at the desk for who knows how long and I've been beginning to hear whispers from the bar... They aren't particularly pleasant whispers... Concerning you and Solomon and Victoria and Leon... It's Monster... He's all riled up and he's got Ciara with him... Just thought you'd like not for him to die..." It paused waiting to think of anything else or to be shooed away.

Leon poked his head in the room. "Are you o.....is that...a mouth?" He raised an eyebrow. "I'm really hoping that's Gabrielle."

Leon raised a hand. "That would be me." He smiled. "He still hasn't forgiven me for ever turning him. Still, he had it coming." His eyes went hard for a moment. "It was the only way to make that man suffer like he deserved." He looked down at her, smirking. "When I was rogue, I did things a little differently."

Leon looked down at her for a moment before sighing. "I suppose you have every right to know." He leaned back against the wall, producing a cigarette and popping it into his mouth. "When a vampire has not consumed blood in a long period of time, they become sluggish and fall into a coma-like state, commonly called sleeping." He smiled. "But you already knew that I'm sure." He moved to light the cigarette, knowing that otherwise the next part of the story was just going to piss him off. "It takes a certain kind of person to rape the living." He looked at her. "To rape the dead is another thing entirely. Especially when..." He trailed off, taking another long drag on his cigarette as he looked away.

Tess yawned and stretched. "I haven't slept like that in aaaaaaaaaaaages- Ow..." In the middle of talking she'd rolled over to grab her blood when the edge of the bed had come suddenly. She'd rolled off unexpectedly, giving her morning an unwanted edge. "I hope this isn't going to become a habit of mine..." she muttered. She prodded at the place where her head had hit the wooden table gently. It throbbed, but it would heal in a couple of days. She grabbed the edge of the bed again, but when she pulled herself up the room spun outrageously so she clamped her eyes shut and waited for it to stop. When the room stood still she carefully released the bed and peeked an eye open. The room was exactly where it should have been and so was Gregory. She smiled and set herself carefully back onto the bed. She hoped that talking to herself and her graceful fall hadn't woken him up. She propped her head up using one hand, while the other traced a pattern on his bare shoulder.