[color=gray]As the pair waited to be greeted, Jack found his patience being tested but did not speak out seeing Mama Lion waiting patiently, eyes fixated on the doors in front. He took a quick glance over his shoulder and whispered,[/color] "We were followed you know, ever since we took a lift off that merchant." [color=gray]Mama already knew but was eager to learn of what Jack could tell anymore about their secret admirer.[/color] "He took scampering off then, this way-" [color=gray]He looked up at the rest of the manor before bringing his gaze back to their level, [/color]"One of them. I can smell it." [color=gray]He finished, snorting an assortment of mucus and saliva to the back of his throat and spitting. Mama took a light grip on his hand and smiled.[/color] "Good job, darling Jack." [color=gray]There was something off about her tone, he didn't think she was meant to show it. She didn't trust these dwellers and he could sense it. He kept himself silent and continued to wait. The air was crisp and dead with silence, [i]Maybe nobody is home.[/i][/color] [color=gray]A female vampire with a youthful appearance opened the door, [i]A sight for sore eyes[/i] Jack thought, giving her the once over as his irritation subsided. Two different vampires, males and to Jack's mind less of a treat on the eyes began to dominate the entrance way.[/color] [i]"Welcome Mama Lion, and guest."[/i] [color=gray]Guest? Jack wasn't sure whether or not to be offended. Everything here seemed so proper, the motions taken to get out of there way to the dress style of the residents. Jack followed Mama closely as they entered the mansion, glancing over his shoulder as the heavy Oak doors shut behind them. He groaned and took off his jacket, folding it over one arm, he was a lean creature but through his shirt and waist coast was sculpted like no one who hadn't lived a working a life and afterlife could achieve.[/color] "Thank-you Cornelius - and this be Jack." [color=gray]Mama spoke, her movements as graceful as ever despite her Caribbean gypsy appearance.[/color] "Or, the Smiling Man*." [color=gray]Jack's gaze met Cornelius in the eye, head slightly arched forward and down giving a rather grimacing appearance.[/color] "Contrary to popular believe, he don't smile all the time." [color=gray]She finished this with a laugh that developed into more of a cackle. Jack broke eye contact with Cornelius after a respectful nod of acknowledgement and looked at Lerick before sniffing at the air, he looked at Mama who shrugged and ushered him with a simple hand gesture. The soles of his boots clacked off the floor as he slowly approached the second male. He stood before him in the same manner he had Cornelius, but closer where Lerick would be able to feel his breath on his face. Jack began to sniff for a moment before pulling away and walking back to Mama, eyes trained on Lerick like an expert sharpshooter.[/color] [color=gray]Mama gave Jack a look as if to ask "Are you finished?" He caught it and nodded, staying close to Mama's side, hands open, fingers restless.[/color] "So!?" [color=gray]She boomed, her thick accent resounding around the house.[/color] "Where do we start?" [sub]*The Smiling Man wouldn't be known by all perhaps one of your characters could mention it to the other one in passing. The name stems from his nickname Smiling Jack but is basically a tale/legend of an undefeated hunter against crazy odds. You can add your own exaggeration or whatever you're feeling. Legends tend to get mixed and matched so could make for an interesting side thing.[/sub]