Killian doesn't offer a nod or a smile to Xavier. He takes the glass and walks over to the bar he had spotted earlier in this room. Rowan slides the tablet Killian had set down under his arm as he laid it down on the table. "Are you here to make sure I'm staying in line or are you going to answer questions I have?" Rowan doesn't look to Xavier. His eyes are on one of the bunnies that's walking in their row.
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Xavier shifts in his seat, raising a brow to look at Rowan. “Neither.” He says simply with a half-shrug. “But I might indulge your questions, go ahead and ask.” He waves dismissively before turning his gaze back to Willow and Aethel as they entertain a guest before his eyes catch Rhett lurking in the shadows towards the back of the stage. His eyes narrow briefly before he schools his expression.
Rowan's eyes watch the bunny coming to his table. He offers her a hand, smiling when she gives it and presses a smirked kiss to her knuckles, getting a flush. "Lovely." He mumbles for her, letting her get closer to him as he looked to Xavier. "Basic health up to date? Fertility? Are the bunnies able to be purchased by anyone and given as a gift?"
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Xavier doesn’t give the bunny at their table a glance, instead keeping his focus on his brother, although it appears as if he’s staring at Willow. The star of tonight is pulled back by Aethel just as a large pig-born man tries to grab her into his embrace. Aethel only chides the man playfully, but keeps Willow out of reach. Xavier glances briefly at Rowan before shifting back.
“Of course their health is up to date - we only offer the cream of the crop in terms of bunnies. In regards to fertility, all our Omegas are fertile but kept on a pill for convenience.” He glances at Rowan again for a moment. “It’s up to their new owner’s discretion whether or not to keep them on it or not. As for your purchasing questions, that’s more of Aethel’s scope. Each bunny is different, after all.” His gaze goes back to the stage.
Rowan's gaze moved to the stage as well when the bunny near him left to go mingle some more. He'll go up after this question. He stood, fixing his jacket and letting his eyes land on Killian as the Omega brought the glasses back. He set Rowan's down, then Xavier gently and picked up the tablet.
"Do you have just bunnies here? I have an interested buyer who wants something more exotic." He buttoned his jacket, picking up his drink to sip it as he waited for the answer.
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Xavier nods sternly, once again only glancing at the other Alpha when he stands before shifting his focus again. “If it exists, we probably have at least one. And if we don’t have any, we know how to procure it for our clientele.” It could be a mistake, but when he speaks next, he sounds almost bitter and sarcastic. “We are the Beowulfs, after all.”
“Y-yes, what a pleasure to meet you too, Mister…” Willow’s already forgotten this particular man’s name, the only thought in her mind is that he looks like toad.
‘Mister Toad’ takes her free hand and presses his slime lips to her knuckles. “John Matrius.” He says before Aethel shoos him away for the next guest.
“Here,” He says, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping the saliva off of Willow’s hand. “Well, has anyone stood out to you yet, Mon petit lapin?” Willow shakes her head but her peripheral vision catches Rowan standing up.
“It’s not like I’m allowed to choose.” She whispers this, but Aethel hears and laughs.
Once his laughter subsides to just chuckles, he tells the audience, “She has spunk, this one!”
Rowan gave a nod, taking his drink with as he waved at Killian to stay put. With glass in hand, he moved towards the stage. Thankfully no one else had walked up yet. He looked up to Willow and Aethel, offering a smirked smile. "Hello again, Aethel." His eyes didn't look to Willow though. "I had a question." Finally he turned his gaze to Willow, but then back to Aethel. "You said she was pure. Does that mean she's fertile?" He sipped from his drink.
Killian moved around and took Rowan's seat. He crossed his legs, setting the tablet under his thigh and pushing some of his hair back from his shoulder as he sat pretty straight. His gaze just sweeping the room slowly.
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The soaring happiness Willow feels when Rowan and her finally meet each other’s gazes, even though it’s brief, is short-lived. Aethel laughs as the rabbit blushes deeply, her wide eyes looking down at her feet in embarrassment. She knows Rowan is just putting on an act, but this is too much! “Of course! We can even have her tested for you, if you’d like.” Aethel’s green eyes dance with mirth as he returns the other wolf’s smirk. “Her mother and sisters have proven to be quite fertile, so it must run in the family!” He pats Willow’s hand where it rests on his arm still as this loud statement has many of the clientele turning their heads to regard the prized rabbit again.
Meanwhile, Xavier briefly regards the Omega who’s been stuck by Rowan Kimb’s side nearly all night. “You didn’t want to go with him to meet his new pet?” He asks, his face as unemotional as ever while his tone still sounds bitter. “Are you not concerned you’ll be replaced?” He taps his glass of scotch before drinking some.
Rowan nodded lightly, looking to Willow again. He let his eyes drag across her body in her outfit, ear flicking lightly and his tail giving a lazy sway before he looked back to Aethel and turned a little. "Your other bunnies. Are they giftable? I also have a buyer interested in anything exotic if that's something you dabble in." He turned to look at Aethel, brow raised.
Killian shifted only slightly in his seat. "Mr. Kimb and I are not mates. He has no obligation to me except as my employer. I do not need to meet the bunny now when I will meet her after her purchasing." He didn't even look over at Xavier, just looking over the room.
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Willow squirms under Rowan’s gaze, wanting to shy away and hide to keep him from having to look at her like this. Aethel leans down to whisper into her ear, however. “Jewel, let the man look at you. I’m sure he saw more when he found you anyway. Besides, he’s probably your best choice out of everyone here.” Willow’s nose wiggles as she resists the urge to roll her eyes.
Aethel continues the conversation with Rowan as if nothing happened. “I’m sure we can work something out if you plan to gift them. Maybe a special offer? Any idea what sort of ‘exotic’ your buyer is interested in?” The Beowulf scans the crowd to see if his father is watching. “The other bunnies are available today but, you’ll have to wait until Jewel here is officially on the market to purchase.”
Xavier scoffs lightly, a sort of sarcastic snorting sound. “Of course, how silly of me to presume otherwise.” He finishes his glass of scotch, mumbling something under his breath about the audacity to purchase someone. One might think they might have misheard him, though.
Rowan hummed softly, looking around the room and then back to Aethel. "Perfect. If there's no explicit interest in the other bunnies, I'll gladly purchase them tonight. As for the exotic.. I would say reptilian or avian would be fitting." He looked to Willow, then back to Aethel with his smirked grin. "I look forward to the invitation." He turned, moving his hand with the glass behind his back as he reached up, holding his hand to take Willow, much like the toad did. "Jewel. Lovely to see you again."
Killian gave a small smirk to himself but school his face easily. "Many people would do many different things to purchase someone, Mister Beowulf." He shifted his gaze, looking to Xavier, his eyes giving the softest glow. He then looked away, scanning the room again. "I, for one. Would love to purchase my rapist."
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Aethel appraised Rowan with a lifted brow. “Let me go drum up some contracts for you then.” He looks behind him, easily finding Rhett lurking before turning back to Rowan. “I believe I can trust you to keep her out of harm’s way, hmm? And be a good bunny, Jewel.” He says and then jogs off.
“Lovely to see you too.” Willow says as she places her hand in his, her heart thrumming rapidly. “I’m sorry you have to see me like this though…” She whispers this part to the wolf.
Xavier fully turns to look at Killian, no longer interested in the prized rabbit. “Death would be a mercy to those whom think that act is acceptable.” He reaches his large hand out across the table. “Xavier Beowulf the Fifth.”
Rowan chuckled and gave Aethel a nod before he kissed her hand gently. He stood, but didn't let it go, just holding it gently. "You are quite a sight to behold." He was still putting up his act, which was fine. He did like how Willow looked though and it showed as he let her see his true emotion for a moment in his eyes. Some lust and possessiveness.
He offered a smile. "I'm glad you were able to be returned properly. Have they treated you well?"
Killian glanced over, offering a small nod to the hand. "You'll have to pardon my rudeness to not shake your hand. As you could probably guess, I am not.. interested in physical touch." He set his hands on his lap, lacing fingers gently. "I also said nothing about death, though it would come eventually."
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Willow fidgets, trying hard not to how nervous but also ecstatic she is to see Rowan again. Her tail wiggles enthusiastically, however. “Once they finally believed I had no part in my own kidnapping, yes.” She continues to whisper. Anyone watching would assume she’s just soft spoken no matter the situation. The hand he holds twitches and she briefly squeezes his hand.
“They won’t let me out of their site anytime soon.” This she didn’t have to whisper and she flashes Rowan a small smile in return.
Xavier doesn’t push the contact, not the biggest fan of physical touch either but he also understands where this one’s aversion may lie. “I thought I might let you know how I felt on the subject but I do agree; it comes for us all eventually.” He leans back in his seat again but still faces Killian. “Can I know your name?”
"Of course not. Your name is reason enough they don't want to lose sight of you." Rowan chuckles lightly, letting her hand go finally. He raised his glass to sip it gently, tilting his body back to see where Aethel was and then raising the glass up to her. "Perhaps just a single sip? It calms nerves well. I don't want to get scolded for giving you drinks." He grinned lightly to her, a little mischievous.
Killian looked towards him again, giving a blink. "Ah. I apologize. Killian Velvet." He waved a staff member, softly mumbling something about drinks and then settled in his seat as the person walked away towards the bar. "What would you do then? With a rapist?"
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Willow can’t help but give Rowan a flat look for saying that about her ‘name’, but she steps towards him at the offer. “Surely one sip won’t set them off.” She says, reaching to grasp the glass in both hands before Aethel returns and bats it away from Willow.
“We don’t let them drink,” He says to Rowan before he holds a tablet out to him. “Anywho, sorry that took so long, we weren’t expecting Lola and Scarlett to actually sell tonight.” After handing the tablet with the contracts to Rowan, Aethel returns to his place next to Willow, pulling her back from the edge.
Xavier repeats the name in his head, choosing not to comment on the family name for now even though he recognizes it from somewhere. “Make them wish for death.” He says simply, but there’s a glint in his eye that speaks to rage. “I have nothing off the top of my head, but medieval torture methods were historically effective at what they did.”
Rowan chuckled, taking the glass back. "I meant no harm, but I understand." He downed the rest of the drink, and took the tablet before smiling to Aethel. "Give me a moment to look these over." He raised the empty glass and turned with the tablet to head back towards his table.
Killian looked to Xavier, blinking lightly and then he laughed. It was a rather pleasant sound, his face lightly up as he tipped his head back a little, eyes closing. Oh. How wonderful. He settled after a moment, gaze catching Rowan walking back to him with an object. He offered a more genuine smile to Xavier. "How lovely." He then slides off the chair and meets Rowan just away from the table. A fresh scotch for Xavier is set down and what would be Killian's drink. Something fruity it looked like.
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“Of course, we just like to keep Jewel’s image as clean as possible.” Aethel nods in acknowledgement as Rowan sets up and despite her best efforts to hide her emotions, Willow’s ears droop a little. “You, my dear, are much too easy to read.” He says with a chuckle before patting her shoulder while the other two bunnies make their way back to the stage.
“Alright girls, into the cage you go.” At the back of the little stage was a sizable crate with furniture. “Find a good pose and don’t let me catch you slacking.” Willow and the others obediently head into the cage before Aethel locks it and takes the key with him. He whistles as he walks away, smiling to clients and gesturing for them to go visit the stage.
Xavier blinks in surprise, finding the laugh alluring and a bit intoxicating if he admitted. Soon however, he spots Rowan making his way back to the table and sighs to himself that the fun is over. His eyes dance at the fresh glass of scotch though and a low chuckle rumbles through him at how efficient Killian Velvet is.
Rowan and Killian talked softly about the contracts, Killian pointing while Rowan made gestures. Once he was satisfied, Rowan left again, letting Killian slid back into his chair. The wolf moved and found Aethel, smiling lightly. "Aethel. I just have a question. When's the earliest I could take them with me after it's signed?" He hadn't signed it yet. Just for that question.
Killian sat against the chair, watching Rowan walk away. He looked to the table and smiled lightly at his drink. He lifted it and sipped from the glass. He set it back down and rummaged in his jacket. He pulled out a card and then pulled out a pen to scribble on the back. He put the pen back and slid the card across the table to Xavier. His hands went back to his lap.
The card was Killian's business card. On the back had his personal cell number.
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Aethel turns, a charming smile on his face. “For Lola and Scarlett? You can take them as soon as tonight’s over if you’re that eager though… you’d probably need to pay with cash if you want them tonight since we can’t verify funding is in place for checks or wire transfers right away.” He smirks lazily at Rowan. “I’m sure a well-established CEO such as yourself understands.” His eyes dart away from Rowan to glance at the caged bunnies, seeming satisfied as he sees Rhett speaking to Willow. The twin would keep anyone particularly annoying at bay at least.
“Hmm?” Xavier hadn’t taken his eyes off Killian as he spoke with Rowan, but he still hums low with intrigue when a card is pushed across the table towards him. He chuckles when he sees a handwritten number on the back. “Well… I’m sure I’ll make good use of this.” He fishes his own business card out of his wallet, writing down his number on the back before sliding it towards Killian before he returns to nursing his drink.
