"Good evening, Lucien, Delilah." Gen greeted, her voice smooth and confident. "How are you enjoying the evening?"
Delilah smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Quite well, thank you, Genesis. It's always a pleasure to see who shows up to these little gatherings. And you? How are you finding the company?"
Gen returned the smirk, her eyes dancing with amusement. "The company's delightful, as always. Though I must say, I didn't expect to see the Maguire Coven standing so idle. I thought you'd be more... proactive."
Delilah's smile widened, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Proactive? Oh, Genesis, we prefer to choose our battles wisely. Unlike some, we don't rush into situations without allies to back us up. We prefer to send gifts instead." Her smile turned feral. "Tell me, how's the Matten Coven doing these days? Still struggling to find friends, I hear."
