1155, Constantinople

Nikolaos stormed into his private chambers, a look of fury upon him, with Demetrios calmly following behind.

"What in gods name prompted that! Do you actually think before you act? Or has your training made you all reflex?!" Nikolaos threw himself into a chair, which promptly protested being forced to hold such weight.

Demetrios slide onto a table with feline grace, and ran his hand through his dark brown hair, his eyes aglitter with delight. "You take things to seriously Nikolaos, honestly, it's a wonder stress doesn't kill you. Do you always have to be drunk to be jolly?"

Nikolaos eyes flashed with anger. "You are my subject, what you say reflects upon me, whether or not you intend it so! Just because you have an opinion doesn't mean you should voice it so foolishly! I am banned now! A House leader banned from the Magnaura! The shame upon my House!" Nikolaos quickly grabbed a bottle of nearby wine and popped the cork.

Demetrios rolled his eyes. "Again, you act like it would be the end of the world. If your going to be this fatalistic, then the plan would never wor-" A quick glare from Nikolaos told Demetrios to silence himself. Muttering something under his breath, Demetrios walked over to Nikolaos's desk and picked up an apple seated upon a small stack of papers. Demetrios grinned like a cheshire cat. "Seems Chara has been by, she left you some love notes again." Nikolaos started and ran over to the desk to look at the papers as Demetrios glided to the side, nibbling away at the apple.

Nikolaos scanned the papers, and a smile lit over his face. "Alright, go see Apionnas. If what Chara says is true, then we may salvage something from this after all." Demetrios scoffed with a smile. "Salvage?! Oh come now Nikolaos, you know I made sure there was something to even begin dream of salvaging." With that Demetrios spun on his heels, and made his way out into the halls to see the one man who could actually listen, as well as speak.