Satisfied that the was nothing they needed at the moment, Dominic reached into his pocket and pulled out a stack of business cards. Tossing them on the table, "keep in touch", he walks back out the door he came in, going back to watching them through the window. This was turning out to be a nightmare, but perhaps he could make it work. The lupine had not been here simply to ensure the safety of their treaty, but he could not divulge the rest to them yet. "Come on sire, give me a challenge" he had said to the elders. Him and his big mouth. He knew of at least one other supernatural, though he wish he didn't, and of Alex. The diner was well known to him, and should become so to the others. It was a rare thing for a truce of so many creatures to hold in one place for more than an hour let alone over a generation. How had Alex done it? He had seen Alex's aura, he wasn't that old. Surely not old enough to hold and enforce peace among such savages. It made no sense! Perhaps it was good there were two new malks. Send a malk to figure out a malk. At lest the man could play interpreter.