[b][i]Zephyr[/i][/b]

[i]What could possibly be wrong with my personality?[/i] Zephyr mused, not in the least put off by Leval's cold reception. The vampire, very predictably, followed Leval out of the hall, but not before holding Zephyr's gaze in a cold stare, which he returned with a savage grin, baring his sharp teeth and winking at her. He put his hands in his pockets, strolling out of the hall with a satisfied smirk. Friends never hurt, but enemies were always so much more fun, and he had the feeling he'd just made one. He had to give her credit, though, for her apparent strength of character even if it was coupled with a debilitating sense of the moral high ground. He wasn't sure what time it was, and the time seemed to have passed rather quickly, but he was definitely not going to pass up the chance for more food. It was a side effect of his early years in the Wilds that he'd never quite shaken, the inability to pass up any chance of a meal in case he didn't get another for a while.