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Santino moved into the bar with the usual dancer's (hunter's) steps and settled himself into a table. A rather open table, with several empty chairs for company.

Hair uncut tonight- back to it's full length and majesty- black curls rolling down to nearly sweep his shoulders, the crowning glory his beauty. Jacketless tonight, merely in a white, collared shirt with the top two buttons undone and his usual dark suede pants. Black, well-polished and expensive-looking shoes.

The usual fare.

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"And you have no input?" Santino asked, curious and perhaps a little concerned.

Drily;

"Do I ever? It is a step forwards that I am allowed to pursue someone for myself. I do not complain."

Santino nodded, placed an affectionate hand on Jack's shoulder. A gesture of concern. "I'm sorry."

"It is Styx."

He looks down at the table.

"I would not mind if it was anyone else, but Styx."

"The one who is terrorising Lethe."

"Frost, not me."

Just in case he forgot that part.

"I promise."

Santino nodded.

"I think I should like to meet her." Darkly.

"Styx?"

He shrugs.

"I have. When I died, it was to her river that I went. I cannot raise a finger to her now, of course, though it had occured to me before."

"Perhaps I can be more liberal in my actions." Santino suggested. "I still have my life and strength."

purrs Frost with a sly smile.

"No in the bar."

Santino returned Frost's smile.

"I have access to both doors."

His words echo with disbelief.

"You know that I am a Vampire, no? I don't fear the cold."

He leans back in his seat, a perfect picture of boredom.

"Stop. Jack likes you,

"No, I am not in the mood for combating my friends." Santino let out a sigh he needn't have. "Why Styx, Frost?"

And like calls to like.

"And you don't care for Lethe? Or is she Jack's entertainment?"

"She is my friend" hisses Jack, drawing back in his seat, looking torn between hurt and furious. "Not my entertainment."

"And what about myself?"

He gives him another sweet smile.

"Thank you." Grinning fiendishly.

He rocks back in his seat again.

Santino paused. "You're amazing. Benefactor, monster and all-around-curiousity."

"And- Jack. I don't mean to insult you. 'Entertainment' was not in any strict sense."

Frost's presence permits Jack to retreat, if he so chooses. And he does.

"Thank you." A bow of the head. Santino watched Frost, careful gaze. Perhaps a mouse looking into the eyes of a lion, knowing he is safe because he is merely small game.

Perhaps merely observing.