Galos smiled softly and friendly at Karie as she offered up her apology. Though he did feel like he deserved it, he had to play it off if he wanted things to keep falling into place while he played his little game.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "I understand," </span>Galos said, keeping that friendly smile on his face.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "It would have been hard to reject an apology from you anyways." </span>Now that he had her on the hook financially, he simply needed to see just how much work he would have to put in once he had drug her back to Tenebrae. His hand reached across the table and picked up the check, returning it and the checkbook back to whatever pocket was present within that suit's jacket.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"I felt the price was right to allow for a bit of... wiggle room in the profit percentage,"</span>Galos said watching as Karie began to move.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"But if you think that you do not make enough, then I can tentatively lower it."</span>Galos moved a couple of seconds after Karie stood herself, giving the appearance he did not know exactly where she was about to take him to discuss.<br/><br/>As she shouted to Meagan, Galos exhaled slightly, eyes flickering once more. Instead of the rust falling away, a slight shine left his eyes. Across the room, Meagan's eyes soon lit back up, the lax smile fading on her face as she processed the order that Karie had given her. Galos didn't need her anymore. And he certainly didn't need the chef to begin with. He reminded him of some of the appropriately named leech members of Households in Tenebrae. They simply grew fat and angry as they suckled what little bit of power they could from the house that put up with their shit. Sure, they may have one or two uses, but they were a drain for the most part. Cookie was just the same, Galos could tell both from his... research as well as just looking at the overweight man. By the look he had given Karie, Cookie would not be bothering them. Thus, Galos' eyes fell on Karie. the heavenly scent of her blood was still fresh and strong, perhaps stronger now that her hand was not gripped closed. As they approached the office, his eyes bored into Karie, the desire radiating off of the orbs in his skull as he fantasized about having her to drink at balls, galas, and business trips.<br/><br/>The sudden darkness of the office tore his eyes off of Karie, bringing him back to the world. As she shuffled about the desk, Galos simply smirked. Though she could not see, Galos could see clearly. He took a few steps forward, shrugging off his jacket as his did so. The piece of the suit found itself elegantly draped over the top of a chair opposite the desk. He stepped back and closed the door in time with Karie turning on the lamp. As Karie casually started up the laptop -and mentioned the 'problem'- with it, Galos rolled up his sleeves a bit, in an effort to ensure he stayed cool while they stayed within this cramped space.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"If you do not mind, I certainly don't," </span>Galos said, rounding around the desk. He stood behind Karie for a moment, letting her bring up the relevant information, before finally leaning in.<br/><br/>His head was next to her own, his left arm on the desk in front of them to stabilize him as he leaned forward, while the other wrapped around the top of the chair that Karie was sitting in. His voice would ring pleasantly in her ear whenever he spoke to ask this question or that of her profit margins, she could feel his breath on her cheek, feeling natural despite the fact that Galos was simply walking through the motions to mask the fact he did not need to breath. The heat of his body next to her's. And the occasional feeling of his eyes glancing away from the screen. Galos' game was going well. Except there was one problem: he was so unbearably close to her neck. His fake breathing was not even or steady as he thought about just leaning a little to the right and sinking his teeth in. His focus was divided, causing him to reply a bit later than normal and miss things that scrolled passed on the screen. He was looking at her neck, trying to see if he could find the perfect purchase for this angle. In truth, though he did wish to play with her in a similar manner, Galos certainly was not thinking about his game at this moment. The only thing truly on his mind was pure. Tal'ren. Blood.