Alistaire is abruptly standing behind Selene. His expression is as polite and smiling as ever, but to those precious few who know him as Stephanie does, it is a historic change in his posture. There is no adolescent enthusiasm, no hint that he's calculating how to turn the situation to his best amusement, nothing but a tightly reigned caution. One of his hands is casually positioned inside his jacket, which now rests loosely on his shoulders.
"The Lady Selene always does make an entrance." Alistaire places a hand across his chest and leans forward ever so slightly. The polished black stone ring on the hand bears a detailed crown, marking him as the Black King of New York.
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Alistaire is abruptly standing behind Selene. His expression is as polite and smiling as ever, but to those precious few who know him as Stephanie does, it is a historic change in his posture. There is no adolescent enthusiasm, no hint that he's calculating how to turn the situation to his best amusement, nothing but a tightly reigned caution. One of his hands is casually positioned inside his jacket, which now rests loosely on his shoulders.
"The Lady Selene always does make an entrance." Alistaire places a hand across his chest and leans forward ever so slightly. The polished black stone ring on the hand bears a detailed crown, marking him as the Black King of New York.