Futile, indeed. Even if vampires were naturally nimble, Kirse could hear him from a mile away once he picked up into a sprint. By the time she'd turned her head he was right in front of her face, and she narrowed her eyes to a glare as soon as he started talking. She wouldn't have called it hiding so much as escaping, but she didn't intend to give him the satisfaction of hearing that.<br/><br/>"I'm going out," was all she said before shoving the door out of her way and stepping outside. She knew well enough that he'd follow her every step from here, so she just crossed her arms and left it to him to close the door behind them. This wasn't the main entrance, but rather a pathway down to the garden. And from there, they could exit the grounds easily enough if they felt like it. Or, rather, Kirse would either be followed against her will or practically dragged off to some asinine place.<br/><br/>"You'll have to excuse me, but your company's never exactly suited me in the past," she added, which was her nice way of calling him an absolute pest. And correcting him on how to address her was a waste of breath, she'd learned that long ago. After a couple of steps down the stone walkway and she spoke up again, "So what is it you want this time?"