Settling in for the evening, Anton stretched out on the couch and buried his nose in the second<i>Anno Dracula </i>novel. The Dark Prince was such an evil bastard. He had to laugh at such an absurd observation. Well, the bloodsucker was never known to be a fuckin' choir boy, he thought, still smiling. Licorice then joined him on the couch, shooting him a look that clearly said, "Move that stupid book so I can get comfy." Always obliging her, he shifted the book out of the way, and she did indeed claim one of her favorite spots on his anatomy. Looking at her as her eyes grew heavy, he said, "Gotta go to the pet store tomorrow. Your freaking boyfriend, Tesla, scarfed all your salmon treats." At the mention of the Maine Coon's name, Lics seemed to perk up, if her sudden loud purring was any indication.<br/><br/>"You be sure to steer clear of dudes like that," he warned. "They only want one thing. Wait, make that two things. One, as you've painfully learned today is to steal your treats. And two, he just wants to get in your pants," he warned, smiling at her as she was obviously fading from the land of the conscious. "Well, pants in a manner of speaking, of course." As her purring increased in volume and texture, he hoped that didn't translate from kitty-speak to<i>Shut the fuck up, already!</i><br/><br/>Returning to his delicious read, Stella's piano playing vied for his attention. Lics just stretched out even more, a sure indication of what she heard, she liked. Anton put his novel on hold, while he also listened. Compared to her previous choice, this one sounded way more melancholy, but still beautiful nonetheless. Anton was unable to identify the composer or the piece, but he knew without a doubt, that Evangeline would've known both. He listened until the last ivory key was tinkled, then resumed his place in<i>Anno Dracula. </i>"Yeah, top that, you bloodsuckin' prick," he whispered.