This time, Lorne waits for Rebekah to make her own way offstage. Of the few rules Lorne does follow, not assaulting an impossibly old and well-traveled vampire is definitely one. He doesn't keep his distance entirely, of course. Two drinks in each hand, one intended as an offering, Lorne smiles as if they were old friends.

"Now if we had a little more of that around here, I wouldn't need to pay that pesky no-violence tax. That was certainly something, Princess."