His eyebrows raised, unimpressed, when she marred her own furniture with her nails. It was good to get a rise out of the fearless vampire queen, though. His crooked smile was not sincere. "To vengeance, then." he muttered. He had to fight the impulse not to look over at Jordahn when she laid out the possible facts as she saw them. She was correct. He kept her eyes when she would not go for his offer. She was political, after she was cheeky. "Too bad. I think I could sell you as a more likable vampire if I told them you gave it up for the sake of our continued amicability." he made no secret of looking her over, lamenting the tryst she'd shot down.<br/><br/>She offered him more visual gratification when she bent to get herself a drink, too. Jordahn picked up on it, and the fledgling moved when Render stood suddenly, with the intention of starling the youngest vampire in the room. Render had no plans of mauling her, however, even if the idea of tearing Kathrienna to pieces sounded like an appealing way to pass time. He'd like to claw the prude out of her. In due time. "That's all well and good then." he said about their joint efforts to catch the vampire out of its leash. "I wouldn't mind fileting some cold cuts for my pack." he added and looked over at Jordahn while her attention was elsewhere. It was a small, friendly threat.<br/><br/>In the past, Kath had been good about when a stray pair of fangs decided to challenge the treaty. That was what had kept the piece, and also built her in Render's eyes. It was partially why he wanted her, because of her principals and aspirations. It wasn't some innocent dream to court a radiant leader, though, more like picking his prize and sticking to the pursuit of something worthwhile. He came closer to her and held out his hand for her bottle. His nose had already revealed it for what it was. He preferred meat but could subsist on blood as well. It was better than the vodka, at least.<br/><br/>"So, where do we start?" he asked.<br/><br/>She had probably hoped to delegate this to someone, but he wasn't about to hang out with a prissy bloodsucker while she rolled her thumbs and enjoyed whatever luxuries were available to the coven head. "I don't mind if we start right away." he stayed close to her, intimately so, and looked down. He gave her the most obnoxious he could manage. In reality, he didn't care for the dead wolf, so he had all the time in the world. "Or are you going to bed? I don't mind that either." A growl almost like a purr, deep in his chest as he reached to brush her arm.