There were some nights that the abandoned house that Monty and his crew called home stood empty as each found their own amusements elsewhere. There was usually no shortage of tavern wenches amiable to entertaining either of the other two for the night. Monty tended to be a little more particular. Not that being picky stopped him from accepting free drinks if they were offered.

From the tavern, he'd gone off on his own and had ended running a little bit of a con as he snuck into some well to do party. Muggles, he figured, given the absolute lack of any magical trinkets or tricks in the household. Muggles were always easy pickings so soon his pockets and bag were full of a delightful amount of jewelry as he charmed his way around the party.

Humming to himself as he made his way home, he could hear birds chirping already. Turning the lock of the house, he wasn't as startled as he probably should have been to hear Ishmaels voice. The vampire had a seemingly unbreakable habit of coming and going that sometimes made Monty wonder whether he was more lover or cat to him. He was used to it though despite the fact he didn't quite like being consistently uncertain of when to expect the other man to be around.

"Working, my dear kitty cat," Monty replied, determined to appear just as indifferent as the vampire seemed to be. Unloading his loot, he picked up one ring that he liked the look of and held it up to the faint light. "I do believe this one suits me." Monty did have such a deep fondness for shiny, pretty things. It was his daily thought that he should have been born wealthy, he was well suited to it.