[indent][hr][center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjk2LmNlZjU4Zi5SWEpwY3lCVFlXMWhaV3csLjQA/mafakanev.regular.png[/img][/center] [hr][indent] Maxwell was right, but that little 'Eric' emphasis only served to prove to Eris that he didn't want things done the easy way. The vampire shook his head at him slightly, deciding to focus instead on the door opening. His expression dropped fully, a whiff of what smelled like oranges and cloves hitting him, though the sight was almost as surprising as the scent. The dazed look and hint of a slur told him that the mage had been fed on; he would have laughed if it hadn't been an all too common sight. Closing his eyes to prevent himself from rolling them, instead he gave the bloody blonde a tight-lipped smile, simply nodding as he entered the dorm. He didn't bother looking around, although he did notice Maxwell's hesitation as he lingered. Goodness, the rabble were certainly clueless, weren't they? Another thing to add to the list of things that he would need to teach the boy. [color=ccff99]"Whenever he's done eliminating the evidence of that bloodbath, he'll show you to the waiting room,"[/color] Eris waved his hand towards where Aaron ran off. [color=ccff99]"Stay put."[/color] Not that he thought Maxwell would be [i]that[/i] dense, but just in case. Eris showed himself in, pausing briefly as he watched the blonde whose name had already slipped his mind go through to his room, the lack of a door amusing Eris as he continued. It looked like Varis had planned to keep him for the long run. Not that he blamed him, there was a small goldmine in having sole control over the Noilan mage lineage. He made a small note of the layout of the place, finding it quaint at best, and once he reached what he assumed was the study, he knocked once before entering. Leaning against the doorway, he took a second to admire the redhead, though his eyes locked on the blood on his face. Over indulging already? If the taste was half as good as the scent, then he couldn't entirely blame him. Containing the bubbling laughter in his chest, Eris reached for his handkerchief, only to remember that he had left it with the countess. [color=ccff99]"I've always loved red on you, but there's a little more there than I think I'm used to,"[/color] He motioned to his own cheek, mirroring where the streak of blood was on his cheek. [/indent][hr][/indent] [sub][right]Exasperated by: [@Scribe of Thoth][@Obscene Symphony][@Achronum][/right][/sub]