“Aren’t you getting tired of hosting these types of events M’Lord?”

That questions gets a huff of a laugh from Ulysses as he smiles at his butler Xavier. His fangs slightly showing from behind his lips “They have gotten quite fickle. But the humans seem to enjoy flocking about like peacocks and the endless gossip”

His eyes scan the lush garden of his manor as he sips on his wine. Noblemen and noblewomen walked among the shrubbery and flowers. It certainly was a beautiful day for a garden party

Ulysses had grown a sort of… fondness for the human race. They could be quite entertaining to be around and could be nice company even though they were not immortal like he was.

He handed his golden goblet to Xavier as he stood up from his chair. He believed it was time to fulfill his role as host and mingle with his guests