Kasmina found herself sitting beside her husband but her own tea cup went unclaimed. The idea that the Baron had resorted to lesser known vampire ideas to save him from what he thought was his impending doom made her smile just a little before she remembered something rather important. "There was another man at the tavern, one the Scotsman thought capable of hunting vampires... strange surname, Belmont? Though that one did not confirm his identity," she said seeming to recall the information claimed from that man's mind.
It seemed that while satisfied by the offering Sorin claimed their maid created tea of a much greater quality. "If Alina makes the best tea, then it will definitely be something I try at my earliest convenience," she commented with the same tone she generally had. A small smile forming on her face as her husband went on to question her appearance here. Kasmina's expression softened because even though she realized this was why he left her behind, she thought it sweet for him to look after her as such. "Yes, I realized that of course. But it is not really in my nature to leave you to deal with the annoyance alone either. I do appreciate the sentiment, but in this case, worry not. I am revolted by the scent that lingers in my nose and my appetite is more than justly suppressed," she said as the stench of her father stopped before the door.
The Baron Dacian was petrified. He reeked of garlic, fear, and the underlying smell of his greed which made him smell like every kind of food that was no longer safe for consumption. With that in mind Kasmina found herself resting gently beside her husband, her own gaze cutting towards her father. This would frighten the man as well, because instead of finding the comforting green of his former wife, he'd find that unspeakable velvety red which could not be properly contained by any one shade of red on the spectrum. Costel could not help but stumble into the room he opened and closed his mouth several times clutching his cross to himself as if it was all that was left to save him in life. "Good evening, father. This is how you call upon people by the way. Been cleaning?" she mentioned passively as the baron took a seat across from them and shriveled up in fear. It was as if he couldn't not have a seat, but in the worst case scenario, he could scream and gather the attention of everyone in the house to save himself. Yes... that is exactly what he'd do, if this went wrong. "Why... why are you in my house?!" he questioned, as if he expected someone else.