“I hope mine is too…” the reoccurring nightmares of the car wreck, the occasional haunting dreams over the death of Terzo and the potential death of any of his other brothers, degrading memories of all the times he was called worthless and treated like he was nothing, those were all memories he wished to keep out of Klaus’s mind. “Goodnight sir…”

With the gentle squeeze he held his breath and waited. Sleep was a slow mistress tonight. He had not drank nearly as much as he usually did, nor did he… use up as much energy as he usually did, and there very much was a lack of nicotine in his system. And rather than being alone in bed or wrapped around Salacious, he was cozied up to one of the cardinals. Not just any one of them either across the many locations globally, the frenchman who really was in-charge of his own congregation, had a wife and kids, had a whole different life, world even, and had agreed to join the ministry so that they could start branching into France.

Talk about a situation far outside of his usual routine… no wonder sleep was coming slow. But it did eventually come as he settled his nerves. Reminding himself that he was invited. That Klaus had agreed that nothing that happens here would make its way out. He was fine… nothing was going to happen just because he went off the beaten trail and let himself be the bottom bitch for a change. Oh it felt nice to held…

Sitting up, the older man reached out and waved his hand, opening the door from his desk. His office was shrouded in darkness aside from the light that poured in from the hallway and from the window that illuminated him from behind. It was clear he was having a day, but he wasn’t going to talk about it.

“Sit.” He gestured to one of the chairs infront of him. “We have to go over the trials before we start them.”

Raising his head slowly, he watched her movements, shutting the door behind her quickly so that no one else would follow with.

"Hehheh, you are welcome. And none taken. I am excited to see what your eyes will look like. I have seen blue, yellow, green, orange, but never purple. Maybe you will be the first?" "That sounds like a wonderful idea, my darling," indeed did the Cardinal smile at his daughter's antics, the age lines of his face tilting with his smile, "how about we get Celeste and I will make breakfast for you both? I hardly get to do it as often as I used to since coming here. It is of my favorite ways to spend my time with my family. Anything you want, and I will do my very best for you." He laid a soft kiss to the top of her forehead and pulled her in for one more full hug, "I am so happy that you are back, jacinthe violette. I am sorry that you were scared to come tell me about what had happened during the trip. I do not want you to feel like I am going to yell or harm you when all you wanted was some guidance. I love you, Mara."

(16 resolve) Mara flinched a little at the impact of the bottle to her head, a frustrated 'ow' escaping her. She shivered as the chemicals ran down her neck and back, but granted it was only windex, it didnt cause any chemical burning. She was thankful at that point she hadn't grabbed clorox, or something worse.

She stared up at Matty with a cocked brow (13 resolve) as he whispered his spell. She felt a little push in her head. (9 resolve) She winced with the first push, the awkard feeling of something prying in her head making her very uncomfortable. (1 resolve) As he continued on with his spell the pain became unbearable, causing a nauseating migraine. (19 resolve) Luckily, she didn't vomit, and the pain just as quickly disappated. "Dude, what the actual fuck are you doing??" She hissed. When he exclaimed about needing a memory, she snorted. "Smoke enough pot and you tend to lose it, I hear."

She kicked at him again, this time aiming for his groin. (16 strength) And while she may not be the most super strong person ever to exist, she was fairly certain even a kick that hard could, at the very least, choke him up for a short moment. While he was recovering from that hit, she booted at him again, square in the chest (19 strength). Now that had to hurt, and set the fucker back a bit.