Monty bristled a little. What could be more important than him? Nothing was, that was what.

That left his mind though as he watched Monty's reaction. He was slightly surprised when Ishmael didn't just snatch it but offered his hand for it to be put on. It reminded him somewhat of a wedding he had snuck into once. Which was an odd thing to associate with this, Monty rather thought. The intimate atmosphere that had started to surround them made him decidedly uncomfortable.

He hated the relief that flooded him when Ishmael said that it was perfect. He could feel the need to deflate this by saying something rather Monty-ish. Monty couldn't imagine being a vampire. He wasn't exactly the sort that relished the sun but he did enjoy his beautiful tan that came about simply from his genetics. Would he be as beautiful as a vampire?

"I can. At the very least, I know where to find someone that can for me," Monty said. He knew people and he more or less knew how to trick people into doing things for him without them needing to know what he needed them for.

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