He was satisfied with her reaction, but still held on to the tension in his shoulders. The vampires did get to see the retreat of his starting transformation, though, the black blades cutting down his cheeks shrinking and drawing back into his eyelids. Soon there was no sign of his heritage other than his natural largeness and his mixed eyes. He followed her and didn't give the guards any more attention. He did, however, run his shoulder through Thomas's as he passed him. It was still important to keep up some healthy hatred.<br/><br/>The room was as secure as expected. Without letting it be known he was memorizing her safety measures if he would ever need to break in. He liked Kathrienna, that was the point of all this, that and war, but that didn't meant he didn't want to see her long years concluded on his fangs. She'd make a beautiful victim. He looked to the offered drink and shrugged, going over there to grab a bottle of vodka. "I don't know what your pup said." he added as he unscrewed the cork. "But I found Erik with an extra breathing hole. He didn't know how to use it."<br/><br/>Render poured the drink into his large mouth and then wiped his lips with his sleeve. A burning sigh was the only to the strength of the liquid. "You know how we wolves are." He came over to her desk and sat on it, boots still planted on the floor. He was a monstrous height, dwarfing the furniture. "They'll want to eat someone for this. They want payment in blood." he drank again. "I feel like you guys should sympathize." Grin, dripping with the chemical flavor. He rolled the remaining half of the liquid around in its sparsely designed bottle.<br/><br/>"How are we going to fix this, Kathrienna?" He needed to sell that he was invested. Every day he was putting on a face to suggest that he cared about something. His pack, his race. He supposed in a way all those things had value to him, but not necessarily in the sentimental way others expected. The hand squeezing the bottle's neck pointed at Jordahn. "This bat-pup said he saw something, describes it an awful lot like vampire activity, and now I'm here, wondering if I should be as civil as our treaty would suggest, or if I should start feeding your carcasses to my pack."<br/><br/>He took another go at the bottle, and left it mostly empty, hanging from two fingers as he turned to look at her, the snowy, grassy fields of his eyes delivering the depth of the old forests, and the ancient mountains. He grinned, hands planted on the wooden surface between them, like he might leap at her. "You know, I hear your kind have cold bodies, but the vampires I tried were still burning hot when I got them going." There hadn't always been this ceasefire between them. He'd liked eating and fucking at the same time. His jaw pulsed with muscles. "Maybe I'll feel a little more like negotiating if I get to see what temperature you are, on the inside?"<br/><br/>And that could be a threat to rip her open, or a suggestion Jordahn should leave, so he could test her in another way. Moreover, though, it was an insult.