[Duce]

Michael managed to actually sling himself over eric's shoulder with a drunken sort of giggle. It was girly as hell, but he couldn't help it. The look on his face still held that terrified edge; as though he were at the at the top of the last hill on the roller-coaster- and it was the biggest one yet. He actually had to steel himself; stand up straight and take a deep breath. It was like wanting nothing more to laugh for the rest of time- to have that one long, good belly laugh; and having to go blank and empty. It almost hurt, but he could act...well, normal if he wanted to. His cheeks were still stained pink, and his eyes held that tiny crinkle at the corners; but at least he wasn't drooling and hanging off the damned vampire brat like some kind of blond with serious mental deficiencies.

"I'm alright, I'm good, I'm- whhhhhutttt the hell...?" He stammered, feet failing him a moment as he smelled; no FELT something floating over his brain like a bottle of everclear. Warning, they needed warning signs. He'd been in the same space as one very old vampire; but this...

It was as though he had taken his brain out, played with it, and then dropped it into a bathtub full of powered on toasters. His hand gripped at the one around him, almost holding on for dear life (Almost). It was all he could do to keep from falling down as his legs went damn near to jelly. WARNING! With warning came preperation, and with preperation came dignity! And dignity was his sanity. He physically breathed in the tangible and intoxicating air and exhaled it- closing his eyes for a moment as his head lolled about on his shoulders and cleared; wincing open one eye as though it had blood in it before opening the other; laboured breathing and a pained expression followed before melting almost instantaneously into one of thick boredom. Guards...he had them up now. Can has prize, yes?

He watched the procession, eyes flitting from one terrible beauty to the next before watching all the red banded little humans being paraded through- but what his eyes stayed on was the wolf with it's white coat and white band. He swallowed an excited growl, sounding suddenly as though he hiccuped; going on tiptoes as if he actually needed to. Female..but his mind whirled with barely human thought, and less than human instincts. Was she faster than he was? Who was stronger? Had she been here a long time? What places had she been recently? He wanted a sniff. That thought made him want to step back and take a big breath of sweaty dancefloor. He didn't even question it when Eric put him behind himself.

Licking his lips he watched them all go; raising a pierced eyebrow as the wolf stopped shy of the door. Bones cracked, ligaments snapped, and muscles reshaped like living things under the skin. She changed, and he looked almost benign; having to watch it over and over tended to deaden you somewhat. Sometimes he wished he changed like everyone else, instead of being much like melting butter. And the look on her face before she left- he hadn't even realized he had gone on tiptoes; sliding arms around Eric's neck as though he were being posessive; which it might have been part, but moreso it was to keep himself up- and back. He had the sudden urge to take off after her, which would never end well- not in any of his lives at least.

They moved to a table and he actually let Eric help him, sitting down with a flop as he let his things hit the floor. "F-fine..I'm fine.." He swallowed, squirming in his seat as his brain struggled between human and animal, alien and jelly. "Feed me." He demanded, rolling his head to the side before flashing a grin that looked full of sex, promise, threat, and machinations nobody could decipher even if they had all of the world to do it.