Davante, although generally a solitary creature, truly enjoyed a party. Regardless of location, circle, you name it. As a charismatic gentleman, he wore a suit like a glove as if he was born for the role of white knight and savior, dashing and well mannered. The masquerade was as good of a reason as any to don such a suit and grace the rest of the guests with his presence, even if it might have only been for a little while. Entering the party with a debut of a newly cultivated power, Davante moved with ease through the crowd to obtain a form of inhibition decrease found in the flute of a champagne glass. How fitting, the exotic man to choose a drink socially acceptable and compatible with his high-class etiquette in exchange for his typical smoky flavored favorite drink of scotch. With little more than a wry smile as thanks to the woman behind the bar, the man offered his presence to a group of multiple familiar faces, whether they were pleased to see him or not.

The werewolf came to mind quickly, etching an older scene in his mind. Surely, she would remember his volatile actions especially as the tip of his knife graced the tip of her tail post-attempt at intimidating him in her wolf form. Davante was never a fan of dogs; anything related to a canine was at the opposite end of his pleasured spectrum. There were so many other creatures he would have preferred, such as the were-leopard closest to her. But this wolf in particular? He had felt a pang of guilt in seeing the distaste in her eyes upon his approach, the feeling spreading like a sour mold. He would have accepted whatever behavior she chose to show him, but this? The submission and distaste would have caused him to wrinkle his nose in an unpleasant regard to himself if the champagne wasn't giving him a positive boost that was relatively rare. Damon, on the other hand, received a bright, mischievous grin as if delighted to see the friend who he preferred spend his spare hours with. Although a dirty leech, Davante appreciated the quick wit of his partner, and the brutality that hid itself behind his promiscuous smile. Once faced with the weres in front of him, Davante turned his gaze and attention to them alone, attempting to seem far less predatory than he had exerted in front of Raven before.
"In my defense, though surely it matters very little to Raven, she did threa-," He stopped, sighing. It was honestly no use to try and prove that Raven had deserved the knife. Had she, really? Impulse control was very, very far from something Davante tried to practice on the regular. As Tobias growled, Davante raised a brow curiously, debating whether the leopard was going to change his opinion of the man. He had grown accustomed to the were's presence, especially in feline form atop one of the counters in his shop, constantly bringing in such a wide variety of customers to fawn over him. Had Davante known the boy longer, he would have called Tobias out on the silly suggestion that something may have been present in another location but instead? He dubiously shifted his gaze instead of his entire head, finding Tobias' hand to make contact.

What the actual fuck.

With a temper as hot as the coals under a wood stove, Davante would have lit up like an emergency flare had the champagne not coaxed a laugh from his lips and a good-natured smile to grace his face.

"I deserved that."

Tobias continued to speak, reprimanding him for the injury he had caused the were-leopard's "Birdie". The good natured smile never left Davante's face, nodding agreeably. "Aye, aye, Captain," He offered, taking a sip of the champagne. The obvious affection the leopard offered the wolf solidified his smile, enjoying the display. As Tobias felt gracious enough to share affection by announcing his claim on him, Davante's smile broke wider. "Fancy that, I'm glad you've decided to keep me. Raven, you'll have to excuse my behavior. With Tobias to teach me the appropriate etiquette, I'm sure you will find my actions remiss and in the future they will improve." After his admission, Davante offered a lighter smile as his dismissal and polite departure from their conversation. Instead, he is blocked by Tobias' protective stance. This action brings an amused smirk to his lips, providing that he isn't worried by the vampire's presence as he already has a predisposition to distaste for the creatures and would conversely offer protection to the were-leopard and wolf if the need became delegated. With a gentle touch to Tobias' shoulder, Davante offered him his dismissal and departure so the leopard would feel no obligation to worry.

Away from the group, Davante noted the appearance of a brown haired women he had grown fond of. Alexis' appearance caused him an internal debacle of where to focus himself - ... The woman who had a habit of haunting his absent minded thoughts? Or the woman he'd found himself desiring to protect. In a moment of mortal weakness, he finished the rest of his drink after the former caught his bright gaze with her stormy gray, beautiful eyes. With a sigh, the desire to gain another notch in the game that he had found himself playing with the stunning witch.

Quietly, he approached her as if lost in his thoughts. It was quite the contrary that he ducked around a throng of guests in order to step into Serafina's view. Would she be surprised at the good spirits the man found himself in?

"I don't think we have met before, but I couldn't help noticing you are seated and this happens to be a ball. Do me the honor of a dance?" Davante prompted, his charming smile meeting his eyes in a way Serafina would never have seen on the snake-charmer-esque face of the exotic warlock. His hand was extended to her in a proper way, displaying a sense of propriety that he had been unable to show her yet. His gaze fell on her in a soft, gentler way as if she was the sole reception of his attention.