Comte Olivier d'Athos de la Fere

Porthos gives a nod of his head, digging his crucifix out so that it sits above his shirt, resting for all to see. Between that, the holy water in his cologne, and his silver knuckles, he doubts any vampire is going to quickly come after him. Add onto that how very armed he is and he feels comfortable. He shifts to sit with his legs hovering over the side, getting ready to drop down.

"Kiss for luck?" he chances to ask the both of them with a wink and a smirk.