“This isn’t a home, Dorian, this is a tomb,” the vampire sighed, spinning where he sat and elegantly falling back onto the length of the couch, one leg still draped over the arm of it.  “I should know.”  For all his years, he felt somewhat childish.  It was nice, rubbing his intrusion in, upsetting this man to such a degree, a man who had, up until now, been as cold and unmoving as granite.  And yet his pose was anything but childlike.  Kade stretched as he tested out the furniture for the first time, deciding that it was nice enough, but nothing like his own.<br/><br/>“How much time do you spend in this lifeless place?” he thought to ask then.  “Do you enjoy it?  This…<i>space</i>, void of colour and emotion.  Does it help you remain true to your cause?  I can’t imagine…”<br/><br/>Up until then, Kade had ignored the human’s warnings, but there was no sense in dragging it out to the point where Dorian would really shoot him or call the police for help.  Heaving out a dramatic sigh, the vampire rose up from the couch and straightened his clothes.  He really should’ve felt guiltier about wallowing all over the place, but he was still enjoying Dorian’s scent.  It was like he’d stepped into a sweets shop.<br/><br/>“I have already made the arrangements,” he stated, his voice less taunting than before, more business-like.  It seemed that would get through to Dorian a lot better than anything else.  “Money has been transferred to your account; I will still be requiring your services to help my employee out of his unfortunate situation.  You and I, however, have other business that I am just dying to delve into.  I would have brought it up back at the club where we first officially met, but you were in a hurry to get out.  You didn’t seem very eager to stay tonight, either.  Always slipping from my grasp…”  He chuckled then, smile wider than before. Kade was not at all bashful when it came to revealing his fangs to an intended meal once he had them alone.<br/><br/>“No sign of forced entry…” he mused, glancing toward the door.  “Nothing taken.  No damage done to the property.  If you call, and they show up, they’re going to see little more than a domestic dispute, or a falling out between a wealthy business owner with a fantastic reputation and his lawyer, who is considered… well, I wouldn’t say<i>scum</i>, but…”  He stepped toward the man, slow and steady.  He still had no desire to be shot.  It wouldn’t kill him, but it was painful and always easier to just avoid.  “Better yet… if you<i>shoot</i>me, an unarmed guest, how would that look for your reputation?”<br/><br/>Kade’s expression went cool, his eyes hardening.<br/><br/>“I don’t want to end you tonight, Dorian,” he warned then, his tone taking on something of a master scolding a puppy.  “Put.. the gun…<i>down</i>.”