Long he stood awaiting someone or thing to answer the door. Then again it was a rather large house to be certain, so this could be a while. Five steps back, his lavender gaze rose and roved over the structure as a means to assess the age of the building along with different origins of the stone and brick. His memory being that of the ageless made note of small details hinting at the tastes of the builder, whomever they were.

"Certainly a person of means...." the old man grumbled to himself as his neck craned to look at a portion of what he thought might be gables but shook off the thought. Sandaled feet began to follow the direction of his gaze which inevitably brought him to the fence creeping around behind the building. "Now who put that in the way?"

With an irritated harrumph he placed his gnarled fingers upon the metal, noting that it wans't cold iron like many preferred. Another hit at the owner of the manner. "Magmos" the single word oozed with an arcane aura as it turned a portion of the fencing into a pool of lava at his feet. Hiking up his tattered robes, Druid stepped gingerly across. "I'll fix that when I leave. Really, people shouldn't leave holes in their borders. Very careless. Such a nice mansion too, if a little dark. Could really use a new paint scheme, robins egg blue perhaps."

Still muttering inanely his steps came across a rather odd hedge garden. Peering up at the different designs brought the painted lines on his mask up in cartoonish astonishment. "NOw WHO put those there?" With the lifting of his brow came a third lifting of his robes leaving his knobby knees visible.

"You know...this garden is missing something." With careful consideration the other old man looked around briefly as an idea began to form. Nodding emphaticly he drew a slender rod from the volumous sleeves o fhis tattered ropes. Only extending to about two hand lengths, the rod was made of simple basalt and capped in jade and rose quartz.

Clearing his throat, Druid tapped the rod three times on a nearby planter. "Now, a one..a two... a one, two, three, four!" Arms snapping up crisply, his left foot started to tap a base beat. "Skeedly-bop, Skeedly-bop, hop hop hop!" Blue light dances along the end of the rode as he waves it towards the Satyr topiary. Glittering brightly the hedge art begins to writhe before hopping off its stand and fishes a set of reed pipes from within its chest.

Leafy haunches sway to a jaunty jig as the animated Satyr ripples its fingers over the pipes crooning out an alto rhythm to put Kenny G to shame.

"There's our woodwind, now for the percussion..." Foot still tapping away he shifting his gaze to the leafy image three women bent over before a horned demon. "Zippidy-pop, zippidy-pop, a pop-pop-zonay!" Flashes of light like a disco ball illuminate the garden as the demon shimmers to life and slaps a heavy handed solo across the back of his 808 women.

"Not quite a garden party yet...still need...some strings.." laughing as he fell into the starting jazz his hands continued to wave in practiced arcs atuned to the music striking pinkish lines across the vague image of a donkey torturing a woman.

"Zoot, zoot, hibbidy pop, bop, bop, bop!" Shimmying the woman reached low and began to pluck something Druid couldn't see from his current angle which made the donkey sound off like a steel guitar.

"Now take it home daddy!" Another wave of his hand sends the rod flying high in the air. Where it's light hits brings the rest of the garden to musical life. Gliding forward on leafy heals a niad catches Druid's arm and pulls him out onto the floor.

The hunched old man stared in what could surmount to an unhealthy pause as the molded lips of his mask part and fall to the ground, literally, with the sound of an anvil being dropped. Eyes fire up to the size of saucers and extend outward like a set of spyglasses.

With a giggle his animated dance partner reached over and gave a tug on Druid's cheek causing his fallen jaw to roll up like a drape. As the jaw closes his painted mask actually spins counter-clockwise at a dizzying speed before slowing to rest upside down on his face.

"Put what back? I was walking by when I found this hole in the outter fense and imagine my surprise! Found a garden party! All the lights and the music, just lovely. Was this your party? You should really throw parties more often. Yes, yes, you should. Everybody loves part-,"

Pausing mid-sentence the old man's attention was drawn down to the hem of his robes as he felt a slight draft and found the front extended roughly two feet from his person. "Now who put that there? Really...could take someone out at the knees for heaven's sake!"

"I'm sure I don't have a kink in my phytophilia...wherever that's at..." The lower section of his mask split into a large grin as he leaned forward putting his face an inch from her bosom. "You certainly do have large eyes, must make you very observent."

Gnarled fingers pretend to adjust air-bifocals a moment before he leans back, still wearing that grin. "I'm Dru, pleasure to meet you."

"So the party's over? Certainly was enjoyable while it lasted. You should throw them more often, truly. Now what kind of restaurant do you want to go to again? Afraid I missed that part. I'd recommend the Chinese place on Charnel street but the fair is rather free range, or so I've been told." Hands shift to rest behind his back, idly tracing a spell reflection glyph on the palm of his hand with a fingernail while craning to look up at Jamie.

He waited until her finger stopped touching his chin to finish the ward and working the timing to fall into place with her commands of the garden and the dissipation of previous magicks. "Certainly are a tall one. Parents must have fed you well growing up. Lots of protein and hardy meats I"m sure. Where did you say we were going again?"

"Always the hard way with the demonic..." he lamented as the two summoned help came foward.

Lifting his gnarled hand to reveal the warding sygil scratched into the palm, a last minute change putting the proper marks to switch it from spell reflection to ward against evil. The old man just watched the pair come to a halt. With one step forward he pushed them back and off balance while looking to the owner of the house. "Wouldn't have killed to you to actually ask you know..." Lightly snickering as he lowered his hand. "Balls are up your court as Lady of the house. Can try this again...or invite me in for a drink and a private chat. "

Hands clasped behind his back once more Dru cast his gaze between the three. He really had enjoyed himself up til this point. Seems his ideas of entertainment weren't shared that much with present company. Oh he was aware she'd said before he could come inside or leave, but she hadn't phrased it right. He wanted to hear the magical words.

(terribly sorry for the 'radio silence' )

"Why thank you for the kind offer. A drink sounds lovely, I'm glad you thought of it." Casual tone returns as he moves forward. The soft lighting from inside the manor causing his shadow to stretch impossibly large behind his shunted form.

"Didn't remember a building this large in this section of the propper, recently moved in?" Words meant to pass time while they moved to a new location though mentally he was drawing out a list of contingencies. Eyes drift to different fictures, occasionally falling on Jamie's amazonian form with a lecherous leer then back to taking in the scenery. A million things could be passing through his crazed eyes or nothing at all as the mask hid more than facial features.

Now the real game of chess begins, he thought with amusement. I truly hope she makes this worth my while. Then again, she's just a demon after all.

At the question, an impossibly long tongue slithered out and licked over the lips of his mask. Cascading over the entire cracked surface as he eyed the barmaid before taking a seat on one of the stools with only minor difficulty given his bent stature. "Tea if its available. If not, a double of Beam." Resting casually his sandalled feet hang loose in the air as the hemming of his robe follows a longer arch out from where his knees should be as though something large held them aloft.

"Very nice lair, Mistress. Very nice indeed." Eyes rove about the room idly, the hezrous passed over as unimportant. At the odd brew poured for Jamie, the nose on his mask seemed to twitch. "Said this is a place of business. What sort of operation? Catering?"

Within that sweep of his gaze he took in at least a dozen life trails throughout the house. Some elves of different cultures, humans, a dwarf possibly a customer. And plenty of others like his amazonian host. Still the scent of fell residue was noted as it lay beyond all but truly animalistic senses. The building was not from this plane, initially.

"I was partially right with the remark on catering then. Just a fare of flesh." Answering Jamie first before responding to Stazia. "I'm in no hurry, m'dear."

Adjusting his position the enigma let his eyes finally rest upon the mistress of the house. The weighted gaze that of an aged fanatic in its intensity; flashing between lewd and scientific as though wanting to disect her in every manner. Gnarled fingers drift to scratch just behind the edge of his mask making the entire surface move with the push and tug of the skin.

"Considering how most of the town is a red lantern district, you must have a specialized clientelle." The comment innocent enough in its delivery as he made a third adjustment still trying to find a comfortable position on the stool.

"One would hope so." Her grin met with a wheezing laugh before taking on a shrewd air. "What led you here?" A little personal to ask, yes he knew. Personal stories were simply the best to him and had more flavor. Certainly the question was random with nothing to hint at what brough it up.

Like a respectful guest his eyes remained on the hostess as she shifted her casual lean. Certainly a beauty but he smlled the Abyss in every inch of the structure and the brew in her glass certainly wasn't at home in the setting. Gnarled fingers scratch along the side of his mask just behind the barrier causing several bits of dried skin to fall down onto his tattered garmets. "Or would that be who?" The question in a distracted tone as he looked around momentarily confused.

"Ahh, thank you Stazia..." Offers her a nod as a glittering coin is slid forward as a tip for the time intensive order.

Inhaling lightly, his gaze slipped back to Jamie. "Open arms...or open legs?" The painted lines of a brow lift curiously before taking a sip of his tea. "Or both?" added as an afterthought with a wheezing laugh that evolved into a coughing fit. Tea cup set aside as he slapped at his chest feebly.

Once the fit ended, he was still as the long dead before lifting his head. "Pardon me, seems age felt a need to remind me of my station."

"Seems the establishment does well." Eyes glance around curiously with another sip of the tea.

Adjusting his seat on the stool the old man truly looked frail as even the teacup in his hand shook just a touch, forcing him to put it down. "The curse of mortality. Mind stays sharp...the body degrades into rotten fruit..." An idle musing before looking back to the hostess of the manor.

"You must have to turn a lot of customers elsewhere that want to pay for your services I'd imagine." Blunt enough in their delivery, the comment laced with genuine intrigue as to whether the owner was a working woman like those she employed.

The painted lines of his mask lift skyward as his penetrating gaze lands on Stazia. "I've always enjoyed a good story....might you have a lurid tale to tell about what you've seen within these walls?"

Sitting straighter on the stool, he kept the woman fixed with a look that once made demons quiver at a thousand yards. With a slow sip of his tea, nearing the dregs of the cup, the old man remained casual in his posture. Cup set down once again, he seemed reinvigorated for the moment while waiting on Stazia to either begin a tale, or humbly decline to speak of her adventures within the manor.

"Shame that, but those are the dangers of mystical experimentation." Shaking his head, but still laughing all the same at the way the story played itself out. Coughing again, he covered his mouth feeling the faint touches of crimson creep up the back of his tongue. "Though..that seems like a mild tale, considering really..."

"Oh, I agree. Didn't mean to come off as undermining the exotic nature of the tale." A curious glaze spreads over his eyes then as Jaime continues to speak. The look not entirely far away, but perhaps distracted for the oportunistic.

"Most morals are cast off after the second century or so...depends on the individual and level of exposure to influence." Folding the cloth, the old man tucked it away neatly and finished his tea. "Well if all that is the case..let the stories continue. I'm sure some are not too busy at the moment...could even pay for the tales so as not to really waste too much time..." His lavender gaze watches the Mistress of the House a bit more, the swirling depths solidified just then. "Up to you really...as you're being rather civil despite how the evening started. Very, patient."

The last degrees of the little 'act' tumble away as Jamie finally becomes serious with him. Well, more serious. Stowing away his handkerchief, the old man regards her for a lingering moment, swirling gaze considering in that space of time. With care he gets to his feet, diminuitive frame appearing frailer than ever.

"Demons...really are no fun. Then again they don't make'em like they used to.." His words are followed by wistful sigh and a shake of his head. "And that's what I came here for, a bit of fun. Of all the demons that cater to lust in this place, you're the only one making it lucrative. The rest work street corners, go bar trolling for any sap." The weakness in his voice fades into a strong, masculine timbre.

Hands clasp slowly behind his back as the stooped form straightens. Arms and legs filling out as he becomes tallers till, nearly rivaling the madame of the house in height. Tattered garments knit and patch into softer robes of a deep, almost blood, red that lengthen out to just above his ankles. The aura of Good radiating from him is palpable in its touch. For the lost, confused, even regretful, he'd look like a haven.

"How about a little game?" he countered her threat with merely a smile. He really hadn't had this kind of fun in a long time and felt like stretching out the moment. "I smell..." he turned his head from left to right, nostrilsy flairing noisily. "four...of your girls that are not beyond my influence" He looked back to her then.

"Play the game, should I win, you turn them over to me. Should you win...you get me. And like you...I'm far more than rank and file." Carefully lowering his cowl, the animated mask is removed to display a face with breathtaking features. Though pale in complexion, his cheek bones are high hold a commanding image. Lavender eyes akin to pools watch her from a place of peace and perfection. His long hair moves like living flame about his shoulders as the robes pull back, having been his wings. Around his waist rests a golden belt with depicting a sun with seven runes arching above it. The clothing beneath his wings...are those of an archer. In his existence, there was one thing he knew only a few could resist, and that was getting their claws, fangs, and hands, upon a celestial.

He remained silent as the unpredictable seductress mulled over his proposal. Her reaction one he, himself, would have done were the places reversed. Those near impertinent lavender eyes watch the subconscious sway of her hips with each pass before him as she moves back and forth. With the way Jamie's arms crossed over her breasts, it made the pushed swells an appealing image. Following the line of her thigh down towards her heeled shoes then back up was enough to entertain him until she offered her response.

The restrained violence of the hezrous came only as background noise to him during the wait. Their mistress much more of an appealing sight really. Having lived amongst the humans for so long he lost much of his disgust for demons and grew to appreciate the physical level of beauty many adopted as a guise. Just because he knew they were bad for him didn't mean he couldn't admire from afar. Like scorpians. Fascinating to watch, but you wouldn't necessarily handle one just because you could.

However when she agreed to play the game to the listed terms he smiled, somewhat inwardly, as she did so without hearing about the game itself. Then again since she was of demon brood, he knew she wouldn't play by any form of rules. It would be Chaos vs Order. Which he was fine with. However in such manners both sides tend to follow the same modus opperandi of working indirectly. Unclasping his hands from where they'd come to rest behind his back, he licked his lips lightly before speaking.

"So be it." he responded in a booming voice. "The agreement struck, wager made." slowly his hand outstretched, palm up to seal the pact. "Four souls for one of greater value."

Energies begin to spiral around his hand, waiting on her to seal the bargain..or back out entirely should she feel uncertain while he waited before naming the four girls and the parameters of the game they were about to play. Much as she had done, his wings spread wide in a show of authority making the lights in the room flare bright enough to almost show their polarized auras.

"Karliah Obloddra, Gabrielle Ivonavich, Lyre, and Miho Satsuke. Rather odd group, don't you think?" The crimson of his shoulders lift casually. "There are your four. Now, for the real meat of this ...wager..." gently he cleared his throat and moved behind the bar which Stazia had long since vacated. Nimble fingers take up a snifter then takes down a bottle without much look at the label.

"In..." a pause as he pulled out a pocket watch from within his wings. "Three days, there will be four customers who will request these girls company. An ailing merchant, a young Rake who downright worships the Marque de Sade, a spiraling widower, and a rather foppish lordling. All previous customers of yours."

Watching his host carefully Druid swirled the snifter and its contents calmly. "Odd couplings all round..."

"No free sample?" his tone jesting of course as the empty glass is placed on the bar. Retrieving his mask with casual amusement he actually goes so far to blow Jamie a kiss and offer a partial bow before making his way to the door. His wake leaves behind a supreme calm that's more a residual side effect of his mere presence than anything intended.

"See you in three days Madame Kilner." came his parting commentary as the angel left the room, a single feather falls from his wings to drift and land gracefully upon the floor.