Akakios's lips twitched up in a small smile at her offer. He was certain it was merely out of politeness that she was welcoming him, he'd likely said far too much to harm her delicate, prideful feelings as the High Lady. She still smelled delicious, though, and it made him curious to know if he might ever get her alone for a taste.
Meanwhile Lucas's eyes lit up, relieved that she was inviting them even after Akakios's social missteps. Perhaps it would be better if the vampire didn't accompany him to her home. He was worried for what else he might say to insult her and her homeland if he could not keep him on a tight leash. It was nearly impossible for him, especially on longer trips when his hunger was difficult to discreetly satisfy.
"That would be a delight, I'm sure," Lucas agreed warmly, flashing her a smile and holding her eyes for as long as he was able before looking to Akakios apprehensively. He winced at the thought of him coming along to sour whatever good mood he might have been able to keep with the High Lady. It was clear enough to him that the vampire was not feeling his best.
"Only if you feel able to attend," he insisted gently to his friend, raising a brow pointedly to emphasize his double meaning and not wanting to alarm Amleah by being too forward about his friends needs if she had no need to know about them. Of course, he didn't realize that Akakios had already set his sights on her.
"I'd be happy to come by," the vampire said, glancing to his friend briefly but mostly ignoring him and his pointed looks to offer Amleah a smile. "Perhaps the sooner to better though, if that isn't too much trouble. For the rest of the evening, perhaps? Or would the morning be better?" He hoped she might indulge his request, though he didn't realize his impatience probably made it sound more like demands.