Giles is not, as a rule, friendly with vampires. But one would have to be very stupid not to be friendly with Ezio, and he means to keep up with some news from the Nest, and it is frankly not the worst way to spend a night-- talking with him over drinks and observing a crowd with a sense of shared interest, if not quite the same tolerance for chaos.
Still: this is not who he called to pick him up. Damn him for getting here before, or instead of, whatever relatively insignificant apprentice his friends in Daybreak are sending to do their errands these days. Giles could have tolerated the embarrassment of that, and vanished home before anyone of note could have a chance to laugh.
Damn him as well for looking good while doing it. Giles is generally rumpled, and irritated about it, and there are bruises under his shirt. Evidently he should learn to better disregard a fight that goes too far, or to be a bit more callous with his use of magic in public, or to simply lie better when he is the last one remaining to deal with the police. Perhaps he'll even learn to be very clever and not still be present when they arrive.
"Oh, yes." He'll not even feign something besides exasperation as he takes in the scene of his rescuer, impossibly dry. "I do promise I'll be good."
He shrugs on his jacket, makes a brief attempt to straighten his appearance-- fairly useless, any loss of dignity is enough to doom him next to the vampire's neat suit and casual grace-- and slides his glasses back on. It will be a very long morning.
Jail!
Still: this is not who he called to pick him up. Damn him for getting here before, or instead of, whatever relatively insignificant apprentice his friends in Daybreak are sending to do their errands these days. Giles could have tolerated the embarrassment of that, and vanished home before anyone of note could have a chance to laugh.
Damn him as well for looking good while doing it. Giles is generally rumpled, and irritated about it, and there are bruises under his shirt. Evidently he should learn to better disregard a fight that goes too far, or to be a bit more callous with his use of magic in public, or to simply lie better when he is the last one remaining to deal with the police. Perhaps he'll even learn to be very clever and not still be present when they arrive.
"Oh, yes." He'll not even feign something besides exasperation as he takes in the scene of his rescuer, impossibly dry. "I do promise I'll be good."
He shrugs on his jacket, makes a brief attempt to straighten his appearance-- fairly useless, any loss of dignity is enough to doom him next to the vampire's neat suit and casual grace-- and slides his glasses back on. It will be a very long morning.