Bianchi snorted softly and turned her head to look at Reborn's profile in the dim room. No he wasn't boring. She was quiet for a moment, something softening in her expression before the knock came on the door and she snapped her head around to it, face closing back off. She didn't straighten from the table, the only thing that had tensed was her neck as she turned to look, by all other accounts she was settled in a lazy sprawl. Next to her, Alessandro stiffened, a bead of sweat forming at his temple.

Bianchi's voice came out in a lazy purr as she felt her blood warm in excitement. "Shall I play hostess, Reborn?" She offered pleasantly. Offering to welcome the guests, reaching for a can of soda and twirling it on its rim her eyes never left the door but she could see him from the corner of her eye.