He found the different kind of blood more interesting than the alcohol, curiously swirling a finger through one of the varieties. O-, good choice. But even that was a bore after some time. At least he easily swept away from Astrid, leaving her to mingle on her own; he didn't need her seeing any potential trouble he could get in.

There was a bounce in the Master's step as he moved about the party, pleased with the upbeat music that kept the drums from aching as badly.

And then at last he could not deny the throne. It was perfect! It was a beaut! After all, he was the Master; he was deserving of something of this sort! Pleased, he stretches himself across it and looks out amongst the people that he could rule.

Whether or not he wanted this city, however... That was another question entirely.