With the comte's first comments, Dorian chuckled, a slight shrug rolling off of his shoulders carelessly. "Lacking social grace is a compliment to the flustered mess she became at points." He responded bluntly, amusement clear as he approached the other to join him, as asked. "Of course... So, no unseemly behavior? That's a shame. One of us should be enjoying themselves." Dorian then added, chuckling. He saw why Marcel hadn't chosen to do anything too risky with the young woman he must've been with to feed on, with Adelaide present in the ballroom, yet he would have most likely had his fun regardless. Risk made life fun for the demon, even if it sometimes overstepped strategy. Risk often paid off, after all.

As the rest of his encounter was relayed, Dorian nodded along thoughtfully, eyes focusing in on the comte as he considered all that he had to say before a slow smile overtook his lips. It was not the same which he showed Aurelie; this was his natural smile, mischievous and sinister, often spelling trouble for the subjects of conversation. "Ironic, indeed. The Prince Julien, a stalker? I wouldn't quite have pegged him for the type, the rigid fool." He scoffed at the Summer royalty's mention, then shook his head a little to himself, gaze moving from the other comte to the window before them. However, he did not see the stars nor the beauty of the moon, he saw their plans moving forward successfully. "She seems to have fallen right into your hands, good." He began after a few moments, nodding. "The prince should be of little consequence. I did see him approach the lady earlier, though... Why, she seemed eager to leave. Poor fool." Though he spoke the last bit lightly as if sympathetic, there was an underlying tone of disgust remaining unhidden in his speech.

"As for the witch... You are correct in assuming that I appear to be her type. She was quite the flustered young girl when I requested a dance, and seemed to need to switch her mind set to a more serious mode to even speak to me at a basic level. It was an entertaining sight. Her composure did break when any mildly intimate gesture was made, suggesting inexperience with men in general. Coaxing her into my grasp should be of no problem. She also expressed interest in seeing me again later." A smirk formed as he considered this a job well done, only now choosing to re-consider the comte's earlier words on his being her type. "I may admit it to be irksome that she has such a warmth to her, that folly, but her innocence is rather... appetizing. I presume she'd make a lovely treat at some point." A laugh again rose from him, this one louder and deeper, musical in a sinister sense of the word.

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Adelaide found herself quietly giggling as what she overheard from her friend, though she recoiled to cringe as the girl began to choke. Worriedly, her eyebrows knitted together for a moment before she felt the relief of Aurelie managing to find her breath again. Even the glare she received was a welcome escape from her choking. Feeling a tad sorry about having scared her, Adelaide spoke a sheepish, "Sorry, dear!" Then quieting to listen to her friend recount her experience, she found herself giggling once more, eyes sparkling in curiosity with Aurelie's reaction. She liked him, no? The answer was all too obvious. So, smiling, Adelaide would nod in understanding, though it did falter a bit as she was told the demon's name. Dorian Arnoult. The scoundrel that known for manipulation-- even of other fae! He was said to be cruel, mischievous, heartless... yet, from the sound of things, he hadn't been anything of the sort to her friend. That, and reputation was again not something she usually trusted.

Thoughtful, Adelaide considered what Aurelie had to say, piecing together a picture of what had happened even though her voice trailed off bits of the story. "That's fantastic! I'm so glad!" She finally let out, wide smile beaming at her friend. "He may be a demon, but if he treated you sweetly, who cares? It's Le Mascarade! If he approached you, he probably thought you were beautiful, and if he wants to again, that's marvelous! If you like him, and I know you do, then I say got for it. Not every guy will take the initiative to dip you romantically! Try not to let it fluster you, you can relax. If he had bad intentions, you'd already know." She spoke confidently, hoping to encourage her friend to pursue him, especially after seeing her react in this way. She hadn't seen her react to a man quite like this before.

"Besides, I did not leave you to die. He didn't do anything to hurt you! Did he let you trip, hmm?" She teased gently, though her confident air soon dissipated as the questions were turned onto her. "I-- well..." A blush reforming on her cheeks, Adelaide's gaze shied away from her friend, uncharacteristic of her. She was not often flustered by male attention. "No, it wasn't Prince Julien. I did speak to him briefly, but..." Frowning a little at the thought, she then quickly shook her head.

Grinning, she looked back up at her friend. "I danced with a vampire, Comte Marcel de Frontenac. He's supposed to be something of a womanizer, but... well, he was a complete gentleman! He danced with more skill than any partner I've ever remembered having, spoke so easily to me, and I to him, and... his words seemed so genuine, Elly! He wishes to see more again tonight... and tomorrow... ad infinitum..." She spoke the last words almost breathlessly, quoting his own. "Not to mention, he was dressed in this bold eastern outfit, and was far more handsome than I could've ever imagined, but Elly... Elly, the prince wants my attention later. I just ran away from him to come see you." Adelaide finally allowed herself to verbalize her disappointment with the man, unsatisfied with the attention of the prince, though it was expected of her to accept and embrace his affections. "I don't want to." Adelaide added in a very small voice a few moments later, under her breath.

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