The shifter takes a long drink, and nods with a faint smirk "Right, I think you get it." he looks over at Ash's plate and pokes it, "anyways, focus on your food."

Astra has no words at first. She just stays in the moment with Dante...and Peter. Finally, she smiles softly, perhaps a bit sad, due to the topic, "...youre very insistant. That means you will wait for me to die first, you know...that could be a very, very long time..."

Peter, for his part, stays quiet for the moment, but appears graciously thankful for his prince's words

...in another part of the base, another vampire walks into a specific room. His room. 

Technically, it was a storage room, but now it was full of decoy crates as the guild prepared for their move. The light from the hallway illuminates what purpose this room has left - a meticulously carved out hole in the packed dirt. The Fang moves towards the hole, his hands slowly working on loosening some buttons on his uniform as he prepared himself...the curse of the day sleep always pulled on him harder than most. He could ignore it - he's trained himself to be capable. But it takes too much willpower to do that, and expect to be able to handle an invasion too. It was always better to work around ones handicaps, and play into ones strengths.