She rolled her eyes. "Do you know how dangerous that was? He could have recognised my scent on you!" He shouted.

"Please. He hasn't seen you in sixty years and he probably thinks you're dead. Besides, they started it."

"You could have blown our cover, Isabella," he said sternly. Her eyes narrowed.

"That's understandable, Lorenzo, but I didn't. Can we just drop it?" He looked at her for a while longer before nodding his head.

"So what's the plan from here?" She smirked. Getting up, she poured some wine into a glass for herself, and some whiskey for him.

"Well, your merry band of good-doers know I'm around and they're threatened by me. But they don't know about you. Let's even the board shall we?" They smirked knowingly, before they clinked their glasses, maniacal laughter twisting into a haunting harmony.