silkily he rolled his shoulders into a shrug, "other than my temporary absence? absolutely nothing. this and that and you and her are all separate thing, and the only thing in my favor is that i know how vindictive maia is and how much she likes to rub noses into the ground"

Galvin snorted a little as he rolled a piece of meat into some spinach and offered it to the mouth across the table. "Does this mean that you are still obligated to go to her Halloween party? " He wondered remembering how Ambrosia mentioned it before. "And you will not have to worry about me for two or three weeks. I am going on a family hunting trip and most likely wont be back till thanksgiving."

he could only assume it was not bear or deer the pyce's would be hunting and so decided he would not ask to tag along, "yes, even the outcast must go though i am tempted to make you stay here with me. your real job and vamp lover both require constant attention"

At that he laughed waiting to take his arm back to offer another bite. When the man stopped speaking he finally took what was on the edge of Galvins fork. Since he could not resort to his usual retort of the other just wanting sex, he found himself with simply a smirk on his lips until he could think of something clever. "I don't think you want me as your lover to wait on you hand and foot. Alias Mr. Garagin I still have obligations to my family as well."

again he shrugged though this time it was crisper and not simply for show, "you do and so do i but the difference is i am not a pussy and do stand up to mine on your behalf"

This time he left his fork inside his food. "If it is what you want then I will tell them. Though Trent knows and has heavily advocated that we break up." He twisted so his head rested in his chin. "It will be fun thanksgiving but just know you wont be allowed at my funeral."

smirking more to himself than to the other he showed his teeth, "maybe not but i will be there all the same and snatch the body after for my own nefarious purposes"

He let his draw drop. "Ambrosia you can not have sex with ashes."

"ashes?" he paused. it had never occurred to him that galvin would be cremated after he had died, "why would you do that?"

He shook his head. "It is an honor among hunters to be sure your body can not be used against your fellow hunters. My parents would cut out my heart, cut off my head, burn the rest of my body and scatter the ashes into the wind. If they were really old fashion, the head would be buried either next to running water or across train tracks."

the thought was disgusting and he let it show on his face and in his voice, "your parents are sick. that is disrespectful to you and a violation of your corpse. there is something wrong with them if they really intend on mutilating you, i wish for them both to go first"

It was his turn to shrug, though Ambrosia's face kept him amused. "It is tradition. Much more wholesome then knowing your son is a Zombie."

the absurdity o the reasoning was too much and lightly he pushed away the proffered spoon. "they are not just sick they are insane, there is no such thing as zombies. what is there validation? that it has not happened yet so it must be working? if you die i will take your body as far from them as i can and give you a proper burial. there is no excuse to have anything else"

( And this is as close to religious as he will get xD and so very close to what he said in Cirro's house )

He found himself chuckling. "Ambrosia... in three days time Jesus ascended from his grave. There are some vampires that are not born as you are, and in this world where people are desperate enough to have the most beautiful disease known to man, things like hoodoo and necromancers are not to far fetched as well. It is my families precaution to know that I am dead, and I am not jesus, that I will not come back to suck blood or under the control of another."

bullshit. the same ignorant religious talk from before and it offended him greatly, "galvin pyce....this conversation is over. eat your dinner"

He laughed again, no longer interested in his food. "So let me understand this, you can accept cirro and his multitude of gods that bring him fortune but you can not accept my lore? Ambrosia you have not sired a fledgling. Why is it so far fetch to believe what I say as true? All myths and lies no matter how far fetched have some base in the truth." He set his fork down gazing at the evening city. He plucked up his glass saying no more.

the rest of the meal was spent in silence though he did not mind it so much and remained quiet until the deserts came at which point he finally spoke up, "who said i believed cirro's hoodoo bullshit? there is a difference between believing and tolerating"

He smoothly arched over the table and touched the sack that hung around Ambrosia's neck. He twisted it against his finger tips and lifted it off the mans. "So is this tolerating or believing because you are not even seeing him tonight."

quickly he reached out and pulled the grisgris out of the man's hand and put it back around his neck and under his shirt. "that isn't the same, it is no different that the phone you gave me. something to keep with me at all times," reaching down into his pocket he fished out the cellphone and held it aloft, "equally useless and as much a talisman than anything cirro has given me. i have a phone and it has your number and a hundred more"

"... so you bitched to Cirro about being late and unreachable and he gave you that?" Galvin said slightly confused. He knew from his little encounters that the man relied on his gods but he didn't understand how that would make Ambrosia on time. Out of curiosity he found himself asking. "And what do you carry of your other lovers?"

he smirk, "absolutely nothing. you two are the only ones to ever profess you loved me and you two are the only ones who put your faith in baubles. though if each of my lovers through the years demanded what you do i would break my back under the weight of useless trinkets"

"Actually that phone was not a bauble, it was practical. However since I seem to be very predictable and I am sure you can sense where I am when you want me you don't have to keep it." He leaned forward again "That is not the same for that however. If I were to get you something less practical like say a ring then you can have something to compare too."

impulsively he pressed in for a kiss before pulling away with a smirk, "it would be if i did not already have four of your phone-numbers including the one in this phone, i only have it because you want me to have it and rings chafe my fingers"

Before the man could get to far away he twisted his fingers into his collar and pulled his lips back to his. Pulling away and nuzzling his cheek along the side of Ambrosia's face he paused whispering into the mans ear with a sultry voice. "Then don't complain about it It can easily be replaced with a collar and a leash and you would never have to leave my side."

he could see the waiter returning but paid that no mind as he returned the tone, "you forget who is the master though i think a collar would be just fine...you prolly look damn good in leather straps"

He pressed his lips against the pale skin. "Says the man that is frequently my bitch, and that is fine as long as it does not become en vogue at the club." Gracefully he pushed himself away and let his fingers unfurl from the crumpled fabric. "I think an army of mesh wearers is enough."

grinning he let the other have the last word long enough for them to choose their next course and their wine. when the waiter had gone he leaned back in once more, "less often than you are mine though i disagree, an 'army' of girls in belts sounds delicious"

He laughed. "Morgan and his clients would corrupt the purity of that vision. The mesh was one thing but do not go over board. " Shaking his head at the dreadful sight he plucked his freshly filled glass "Besides I do not think your french friend sells things like that."

"i am sure she sells many difficult and beautiful things to help get it up.....unless you have already looked into it in which case i am sure we can find another provider of the strange and binding"

He looked away "That is for me to know and you to find out but I am saying if the machine works fine then do not add extra oil. At least for one night a month that is fine, but not part of our regular uniforms."

the grin came back full force, "you do not understand, i am not looking for uniforms for work i am looking for outfits for an orgy"

He growled and poked his food with his fork. "And when this happens, I will not be there, but I will leave a box of condoms for your and your playmates."

"only one measly box? well i suppose that will have to be enough, without you there it will be a droll affair indeed, a whore-house orgy without the best whore in the house hardly constitutes as fun, besides," smoothly he found pyce's hand and manipulated it so he could kiss the palm, "only you know the right way to do it, i would need you there to direct"

Twisting his hand he stroked the side of Ambrosia's face. "Im sorry Ambrosia, it has been a challenge sharing my toys already, I certainly do not play well with others." His smirk mimicked the face across from him. "Unless I'm paid too."

he could see the understanding on the other man's face but saw no reason to drop the charade just yet, "you are paid every day you work and by me none-the-less, by your own admission you would be a willing participant"

"Did I tell you my rates are extremely high for something like that." He said putting his elbow on the table and resting his head in his other hand. "How much are you willing to pay?"

he chuckled, "there is little i would not give to see you nearly naked on top of a pile of boy-girls all dressed in leather trinkets writhing in a hot pile"

He cringed at the mental image, drowning it down with a dose of wine. "And I would give everything I can to keep that from happening." He confessed.

"you have no sense of adventure pyce, live a little," this time the grin was all but shit-eating, "at least i imagine you on top"

"As long as your at the bottom of that pile." He sneered rising from his seat to excuse himself before he punched the shit eating grin off Ambrosia's face.