The vampire's lack of argument when Noah insisted he didn't belong to him was worse than if he simply disagreed. He felt like he was being dismissed, like Dmitri believed he was right and didn't care what Noah thought. He wasn't wrong, but then he wasn't a mind-reader either. He was left questioning what could possibly be going on in that messed up skull. Was he still amusing this beast, or was he little more than a fluttering butterfly in a jar? Or was he stuck in the spider's web? He didn't know what to think. That was more unsettling than just being treated like a pet.<br/><br/><i>I look after my things...</i><br/><br/>It made him scowl all over again. He was glad to let the other move away. There was no reassurance in anything the vampire said. Not the part about being cared for, not behaving, not sunlight, and certainly not the realization that locking him away in a cold, dark dungeon was something he didn't have to face because of 'trial and error.' Noah felt his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach when he thought about the number of people who probably died under this vampire's watch. No, trial and error was the opposite of comforting. It meant Noah's attitude was probably nothing new. It meant he had practice breaking people and using them. It meant Noah had so much less chance of escaping because Dmitri had probably dealt with enough escape attempts to know what to expect.<br/><br/>"Behave..." he muttered with a scoff, well after the other pointed out that maybe he wasn't the only one. That didn't shake Noah's confidence, though. He knew that all the supernatural beings he'd ever encountered had never encountered the likes of him. He knew even the monster hunters who he'd encountered in his short life didn't have a clue what he was, or why everything was so drawn to him. He knew that if anything had existed like him, they were probably dead. He was one of a kind, one way or another. It wasn't hereditary, it wasn't some sort of curse, and it wasn't anything he'd been able to explain in his life so far. He just... was.<br/><br/>"Let me know when you find another. I'd be curious to meet them." He held onto his confidence and eventually stood, his skin crawling everywhere the male had touched him. He wanted to shower, to wash the feeling off his skin. He ignored the fact that being captive like this got his heart racing in a strange way. He told himself it was just the leftover effects from adrenaline.<br/><br/>With no intentions of sleeping, unable to sleep with this thing in his home, Noah started toward the bathroom but paused at the door. "Are you going to keep calling me 'rabbit,' or do you care about my name?" He had to admit he was curious to know the other's name, but not enough to ask for it. And in hindsight... did he really want to hear his name on the vampire's lips? He shook his head, "Figure it out on your own." With that, he stepped into the bathroom and shut the door. He locked it for good measure, making him feel a bit safer even though he knew something like a vampire could easily get in if he wanted. He turned on the water and started to undress for a shower, hoping the gentle spray would wash away his thoughts as well as the sweat that had beaded on his skin. Of course, he realized after he'd undressed that he'd have to remove the bandages.<br/><br/>Fuck it, he thought, and pulled off the one on his neck without hesitation. Ouch. It looked like the spots had already clotted pretty well. He didn't know how long it would be before his captor realized he healed at a stronger rate than most naturally did. Either he was naturally prone to healing well, or that was an added effect along with his sweet scent. He cast the rest of those thoughts from his mind and stepped under the steaming hot water.