The feline visibly deflated when Laurance strode into the room. So much for that victory. A frown stretched over his face and his ears pressed down against his scalp. The gall of this human-the arrogance of him! It was unbearable! He would...he would need to make him pay for this later. Yes. "Laurwreck." Alaric returned, forcing himself to greet the other man. In the proper fashion. The fashion the great blinking prat deserved. "No." His voice grew bitter. Even a bit challenging. "I'm not looking forward to it." He let a small smile fly in response to the human's utterly disgusted expression. He would, at least, have some fun. Some sport. Before he ended up bound to this disaster of a man.<br/><br/>"I share your sentiment." Alaric said dryly.<br/><br/>"After all, I don't know where you've been." He sighed dramatically, even swooning slightly. The lad was doing his level best to lay it on as thick as possible. It'd normally be a bit much, but it was so fun to rile up Laurence...the man didn't have a filter to speak of and his reactions were so entertaining. "So I suppose I'll have to ask. You're not diseased are you? Warts? Worms? Welts?" He looked the other man up and down. "Or perhaps you're secretly a woman." There was a pause. A nasty grin. "But you don't fight well enough for that. So perhaps you were just born dickless. You certainly look it."<br/><br/>Mean?<br/><br/>Yes.<br/><br/>Absolutely.<br/><br/>Fun?<br/><br/>Also yes.