It took everything in him to not react to the words about his sister. His Josie. To be taunting him like that, the vampire before him was either very reckless and stupid, or very, very good. And until he figured out which one it was, he needed to keep a level head. As it was, his jaw tightened, the only thing indication the brunet gave that the words affected him at all.<br/><br/>"Can't a guy go get a cup of coffee around these joints?" He asked innocently, instead of questioning the vermin about his sister. He took a small step back; everything about the vampire screamed predator, from his casual stance, to his cold, cold eyes, to the words he spoke, meant to mock, to taunt.<br/><br/>If this vermin was following him, the last place he wanted to go was back to his hotel. He could always find another place, but he was already paid up to the end of the month. It wasn't a very glamorous hotel, certainly not a 5-star, hell, not even a 4-star, but it was in a quiet part of town, the sheets were clean and the water hot when he showered.<br/><br/>He began to walk, making his way from the vampire, the people, towards a quieter street, one that was deserted. As soon as there were no people in sight, he broke out into a run, turning down the first alley he could find. Ryah wished he had some bandages on him; he didn't like bleeding while there was a vampire so close to him. It made him vulnerable, made him a target.