While Yamato was sitting around at the cafe and playing with his hamsters, absorbed in his thoughts, new faces arrived: first came a certain Mr. Mori, a retired Chaser. While Yamato has respect for senior members of his trade, whether they are Chasers or Beastmasters, he despised the way he treated the fine women at the cafe. Yamato was a classy man, and as evil as he was, even he wouldn't indulge himself in the kind of depravity and audacity that Mori would. If the women weren't capable of defending themselves he would have confronted the barbaric hedonist himself and defended their grace and honor.

Then a new arrival emerged, and she was another pretty lady soaked in blood, which made Yamato smile as his Evil Eye followed her to the back. When she returned, Yamato sighed in disappointment: the outfit she was seemingly forced to wear was not to his taste, catering to the base primal instincts of the male human, and luring the mindless sheep with the promise of seeing lactating organs with no sense of class at all. A shame, since the woman made a good first impression on him.

Besides, Yamato didn't have time to play around: there was work of grand importance to be done, and not even Shiina's allure could distract him as she came to meet him. He stood up and placed a hand on the table. The hamsters ran up his arm and into the confines of his purple scarf. Yamato flipped the scarf back with an elegant sweep of his hand, and courteously bowed to the vampire. [color=92278f]"Well then, shall we fly into the scarlet night?"[/color] He walked towards the door and opened it with flair. [color=92278f]"Ladies first."[/color]