Quinn

The vampiric Queen's striking display of....irritation so hardly seemed to perturb the near ancient Belgian in any sense. Rather, Quinn so merely moved to unfold the nearest napkin, dabbing that spilled tea away with a quiet, dignified ease. He had lived a long time. Their species was prone to be.....erratic when it came to emotions. Indeed-he lived with a teenage vampire- there was little prone to phasing him in any sense. Besides, was it not healthy to unleash a little emotion? How very certain he was that the woman across from him was rarely inclined to ever consider the true depths of her feelings for her mate- much less admit them aloud. A notion Quinn saw little need to push and yet hardly one he sought to ignore all the same. The vampire merely content to let those words fall where they may before directing that conversation in perhaps a more varied and yet no less potent direction. The topic of souls amongst their kind was by far one of his most favored. It was a complex subject. One that held a veritable plethora of answers and yet- by its very definition-was destined to remain unanswerable. After all, no one could truly claim either the existence or lack thereof of souls and yet how assuredly Quinn believed the former. He had seen too much in this life to believe vampires lacked souls. To believe anyone did. Emotion, after all, was born from something beyond the physical, was it not? Ah, such consuming questions. Yet- how certain he was that Risque might be just the sort of woman inclined to such conversation of intellect. She differed from him, surely, yet her mind was sharp- if not a little reluctant to embrace what he firmly believed she already knew.

The raven-haired woman seemed to consider those words for several long moments before admitting that the matter of souls was not one she was long prone to consider. Rather, when a mortal died and a vampire rose, what was to say that the soul was replaced? Or even that what did replace it was a soul at all. An intriguing thought. One that seemed to prompt the faintest of frowns to the vampire's features in consideration before his lips parted again to offer those equally quiet words.

"I have, once, seen a vampire made mortal again. To see the process in reverse, I think, is to perceive the existence of souls. There exists too- but one species that wears their soul outside their body. You have seen witches and warlocks with familiars, no? Familiar's are souls. If they exist then other species must possess them as well."

Those very words were so hardly an argument but rather a further consideration for their discussion. One, that, Quinn was certain they would require more tea for next time as Risque continued. The vampire woman insisted that her own transformation had been liberating- freeing her from mortal constraints and worry. How very curious. Quinn, in that moment, so given to consider just what those 'constraints' had been. For a woman of her age and culture he could only presume marriage and child rearing were, perhaps, not tasks she had looked on favorably as was expected of a woman in her day.

"In truth, Mademoiselle, I do not truly remember how it felt to be human. It has been so very long. My human life though was unremarkable. My vampiric life has perhaps afforded me the opportunity to make life more....remarkable."

A faint simper tugged at his features once more, Quinton seemingly content to consider his vastly long existence before Risque queried suddenly upon the manner of religion. Ah, a prudent question and one he had not been asked in...decades. Another topic that, given the time, they could surely speak a great deal on.

"I do not subscribe to any one faith, no. I believe higher powers exist but I do not believe that praying to some supposedly....benevolent bearded man will change the fate of any one being either. I find religion largely...political."

His words, as always, were nothing short of strikingly honest. After all, what need did he have to be anything less? Risque's staff were quick to appear with a mop and broom in the moments that followed. The back and forth motion of the mop, in turn, seemed to spark the intrigue of the feline at her side. The large cat launched onto the mop with reckless abandon until a sharp word for its mistress saw it return to her side. The feline's antics, for several moments, seemed to amuse the elder vampire. Yet- the night grew ever later. His wife would soon begin to wonder where he had lost himself. Perhaps it was time to begin to make his move. Yet- this evening had been surprisingly pleasant. Quinn assured he would not be opposed to the vampire woman's company again. There were surely other topics he would enjoy discussing at length. Risque so proclaimed his visit had been....illuminating. The enchanting woman seemed to pause to find just the right word before insisting she was not opposed to further conversation. He need only call the var to make an appointment. Quinn's head nodded in polite agreement, the vampire moving to push away from the bar then- only to raise to his feet.

"I think I shall call on you again. There are other things I would care to discuss of the world. I think too that my daughter would enjoy one of your cats- if you have something smaller. A kitten perhaps. We will discuss it next time. Goodnight, Risque."