[Poggio]

His sociological notes on vampires seemed to be expanding with each day he spent with Ambrosia. “Have I ever mentioned how strange your family is?” He said following the other back into the his apartment as the man wondered around for his things. Shaking his head, Galvin walked over to his wardrobe and fished out the clothing he borrowed from their first encounter. He tossed it to Ambrosia, assuring him it was clean. His own clothes seemed strangely under class for a meeting with the Garagins, but he was going regardless. The fully dressed pair made it outside where there was not the usual Maybach but something more grand, that spoke volumes of the Madame Garagin.