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[maitre_de_carte]

when; 28 April, evening.
rating; PG-13.
characters; Solomon Goldsmith [favoritetraitor], Alexis Hargreaves [maitre_de_carte]
summary; After waiting in the wings, it is finally time for introductions.
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[favoritetraitor]

Predator. The word echoed throughout his thoughts, embedding itself in his awareness. Was it the way this human moved that reminded him of a stalking cat? Or perhaps it was how his eyes bore into him as if Solomon was quite possibly a tasty morsel waiting to be swallowed up. He tilted his head slightly, masking every trace of surprise that would give his thoughts away.

Listening past the soft roar of noise emanating from the rest of the Den, he focused on the steady beat of the man's heart and the rush of blood coursing through his veins. Human. Definitely human... and yet...

The corners of Solomon's mouth curved into a warm grin, almost excited at the idea of facing someone who was more than he appeared, whatever that meant... “Oh? I hadn't been aware that you and the good doctor were close. I'm sure that he must have exaggerated...” Still, it pleased him to no end that Jezebel even saw fit to talk about him at all. It only added weight to his theory that the two of them were actually friends, despite how reluctant the doctor was to admit it.

Taking the chair across from the older man, he understood full well the apparent disadvantage that he was accepting by sitting with his back facing the entrance. But power was only true power if the thing acquired was something that both parties wanted, and Solomon couldn't have cared less about where he sat. It was a common mistake to think that just because a Chevalier's back was turned, it made them weak. The Schiff had made that same fatal error much to their surprise, but it had been far too late.

Even now, he could sense the exact location of the waiter as he approached and the exact positioning of his body. Folding his hands on his lap, Solomon waited patiently. The real conversation would occur after all of these formalities. It was rather like an intricate dance, or the carefully thought out moves of a chess game. Patience and grace was the key to winning... in business as well as in pleasure. “You're most generous, Lord Hargreaves. My thanks for your hospitality.”

Crossing his legs, he settled into the comfort of the chair. “I have been known to have a drink every now and then... and since I won't be returning to the hospital tonight... I believe a glass of wine might be in order to celebrate a new acquaintance.”