Louis wasn't one to sleep on the job. The loud clanking of her climbing on top of a rustic shed's roof top drawing his eye. However, despite the accident that may of taken place with the four men who were bullying his dear friend he was a rather pacifist biter. He can tell something is amiss before she speaks. The midnight furred friend of his is pacing in quick circular motions looping between one foot, then under the gap of his legs, and then between the other one making a continuous loop of anxiety. Onyx locks flicker back, and forth waving at his forehead, and shoulders as the wind near the ocean picks up soon as he matches gaze of the feminine intruder. Steely blue orbs staring down the onlooker. "S'alright Saley.."<br/><br/>He says oddly calm. This friend, or foe could be bringing any sort of trouble his way, but he found himself at peace with whatever may occur. Even before his undeath he wasn't the popular, or wanted child. He found himself shifting from foster home to foster home, and becoming a vampire? That might of been the turning point where his life turned around.. If it wasn't such a chaotic mess. Now that he didn't sleep he realized that there weren't enough hours in the day, nor enough company to do all you wanted anyhow. Money was another factor that being a monster didn't help solve. Louis wouldn't stoop to breaking the law. Murdering four in cold blood for attacking his best friend? Absolutely, but crime? As if.<br/><br/>"Smoking will kill you faster than I will, if we're stating the obvious." Cold surmising tone escaping the angular jawed male. He crouches down on both knees, and offers his wrist to the cat who promptly sniffs it, and then begins to claw at his bare arm. Latching on, and climbing up his white tee till he's sitting perched upon his left shoulder. He stays in this position even though Salem is properly mounted. It's mostly to show he isn't a threat, or display body language that he is a threat. There was something off about the girl before him she didn't scream atypical dock's wanderer that he may encounter every now, and then. "Those guy's were dick, and we're tryin' to harm my friend. He's all I got, so ya know.. naturally, I can't let that just happen, righ'?"<br/><br/>His words were drawn, and cut off at points. Louis was just trying to preserve the damage by saving Salem from emotional torment. Sure he was hungry to add onto that, but with all things considered losing Salem would push him into a blood thirsty frenzy likely, and that was something he couldn't come back from. "Ain't gonna harm no one else less they do something to my buddy. You got a problem with that..?" His eyes narrowed, and brows arched violently as they stare the girl down studiously.  "Use to love this place, you know..?"<br/><br/>His left hand drifts touching the dirtied sand, and sifts his five digits through the powder. "Before it turned to shit.. Everything turned to shit."