Pen offers her full name to complement his single syllable, all grace and poise. Nick: he's from a Tradition notorious for magi who steep themselves in Death so often that they forget that for most people, death is fucking scary, and he's from a profession where many of his clients couldn't recall his last name if they tried. He has not forgotten, and there is little he does without intention: he chooses what he chooses because it makes him approachable.
Margot says she's pleased to meet them, and there is something bloody, visceral, about the wide-eyed girl who has just greeted them and taken their coats. Awakening: it leaves its marks on people. He knows very little about either, and yet something in him is not surprised that she has found Sepulveda. He absorbs this, looks between Pen and Margot as Pen asks Margot about herself, and sidesteps to peer around into the kitchen.
Perhaps he catches Sepulveda's eye as he and Ned are coming out to 'mingle,' at which point he waves and extends the bottle of Scotch toward him. It's casual, without ceremony and without expectation. "Housewarming," he says, and then, "Good to see you, Andres," warm: as if they are old friends.
Margot says she's pleased to meet them, and there is something bloody, visceral, about the wide-eyed girl who has just greeted them and taken their coats. Awakening: it leaves its marks on people. He knows very little about either, and yet something in him is not surprised that she has found Sepulveda. He absorbs this, looks between Pen and Margot as Pen asks Margot about herself, and sidesteps to peer around into the kitchen.
Perhaps he catches Sepulveda's eye as he and Ned are coming out to 'mingle,' at which point he waves and extends the bottle of Scotch toward him. It's casual, without ceremony and without expectation. "Housewarming," he says, and then, "Good to see you, Andres," warm: as if they are old friends.