Magnus strode out of the backroom, holding a wine glass by the cup, stem going down between his fingers. The air seemed to grow stagnant when met with his presence, darker, colder. "I couldn't help but overhear, did any of you say 'Kill' just now?" Magnus said with a grin, sipping from his glass. "Sounds like fun, count me in." He smiled, showing off his fangs. He calmly strode over to one of the stools and sat down, putting his leg across the other and resting his arm that had his glass on it.