"But it's positively obscene."
"It's supposed to be that way. Overloads the senses." Leaning back, Cesare gripped tight onto his lover's shoulder and murmured in his ear, "Relax, for once, and you might even learn to enjoy it."
Scowling, Claude fell into a wordless sulk and squinted about at the occupants with marked skepticism. Most of the bodies present were dancing, clusters dotted about here and there nursing drinks and watching the gyration of hips, thighs, sweating necks and flashes of teeth. Cesare couldn't tell if the sight made him horny, or if it was the thirst that stirred in him. He didn't really care, the difference between the two having long since blurred and disintegrated with the centuries.
"Come. We've someone to find."
"I still don't see why we need her," Claude muttered bitterly, following all the same as Cesare shouldered his way through those loitering by the entrance, caught between dashing in and out for a smoke. "We've been just fine on our own."
"And that is why you are still little more than a Childe, Antinous. Aramis didn't hire us just for us; we're expected to be his presence in the shadows of this city, and so we shall be."
"I don't see why we need him, either. He's not even that attractive."
"If you could see what was coming, dear boy, you wouldn't be so foolish as to say such things. But, I suppose that is part of your charm. Now hush, and do try and spot her. I've been told she'll be here tonight for certain, and there's no better place to approach her."
"Because she'll be half bloody blind by the time we find her?"
"No, fool, because she'll be drunk. Or at the very least, well-fed. A satiated vampire is a happy one, and much more likely to hear us out."