Mitchifer jumped infront of her and looked at her in the eye frowning slightly. "Are you crying? Oh don't cry Tiffany, it's no big deal. You think I care what they think of me? Of course I don't I mean your my friend and I care alot more about what you think of me then what some old bloodsuckers think and I only came cause I thought it would be fun for you, and I tell you something next time I throw a party I'll only invite mortals and all of the vampires can sit on there butts in the cold okay?" He stepped back to her side and began walking again.

"Besides you look better then all they do and maybe when we get home I can take you up on that offer to dance eh? I mean if you'll dance with a man like me. I mean maybe you have higher standards like I don't knoe being human?" He grinned at her and put an arm around her to try and perk her up.

"Oh you mean little miss satan? Yeah I'm sure she'll be quite pissed off at me from this day onward but honestly I couldn't care less, I mean really who wants to be in a coven where you are bossed around by a doll? Not I. Besides I bet she was just jealous that I brought a cute girl with me and she's stuck with that murderous looking guy. I mean did you see him? He looked like he wanted to slit my throat." He laughed some trying to get her to crack a smile.

"I'm n-not... I'm not crying."

She swiped at her eyes once more and tried to act unaffected. Her lips twitched a little at the idea of the traditional mythical Dracula, sitting on a doorstep in winter time.

Flushing at the compliments, she rested her head on his shoulder briefly, smiling vaguely.

"I don't want her to try anything, if she's upset though." She slipped a hand into his with a demure sort of slyness, squeezing it lightly and looking over to him. "And I went to dance with you anyway."

He wasn't foolish enough to believe she hadn't been on the verge of crying but she didn't seem to want him to think she was so he quickly nodded and acted as if she hadn't wiped tears from her eyes. He was sure she must have been sad because of what the demon child had said, of course it had been very hurtful.

"Don't worry your pretty little head Tiffany, she won't do anything. Why I bet she's forgotten all about us by now, heck I would bet shes out tormenting some other people in her coven. I mean she doesn't seem like a nice vampire now does she?" He turned his head slightly and kissed her cheek to see her reaction. "Besides, I won't be in her coven much longer. The reasons I joined that coven are gone and the reason I stayed after they were dealt with is gone. There is nothing left in that coven for me. Plus I think Tristan is tired of me bashing my own coven. He really is a old bat."

Mitchifer grinned at her. "So what are you supposed to be anyway? Some sort of duck or something?" Mitchifer gave a playing grin before laughing. "I'm only kidding, I know your a dove right? Right?" He kept his arm around her enjoying the fact that he was able to get this close to her and even felt some body heat coming from her which was strange for him to be feeling any type of warmth since he hadn't fed in a bit.

She breathed in a breath, slanting her eyes with a watery roll at him for the 'pretty little head' bit. Still, if he intended to leave the Coven, then he should be away from the small, ill-tempered one.

A shiver ran down her spine at his kiss, and she flushed warmly, but kept her face turned a bit to hide the rosy colour.

"The Lanorus clan, you mean? I can imagine he would be a stickler for tradition... His masque, by the by, was pretty funny."

Her words broke up into chuckled laughter at the memory of his sulking like a child in the limo. The arrival at the party had only let him slink into a corner to continue the pouting privately, and that was amusing in a vampire of his age. The jester was a good costume, and no one would guess by that who he was.

Turning her eyes to his face quickly, her lips parted indignantly, the flush not embarrassment, but good-natured irksome feeling.

"No! I am most certainly not a duck, silly!"

Realizing she had been had, she pursed her lips and lowered her lashes at him. Sneaky man...

"Yes," she replied in a softer voice. "A mourning dove. What were you going as? The 'Handsome Vampire?"

She teased him, smirking smugly and snuggling into him. There was a slight coolness now that the sun was not out to give warmth, and she was cold-natured. Otherwise, it was a nice night for a walk.