Dracula was confused, what it something he said? He only meant as a joke. He shrugged and continued to work, he hoped he didn't upset her too bad. Dracula walked over to Dimitri, staring at him. Something reminded him of someone, but he couldn't remember who or what. It felt weird to think of Katrina as his boss, he slightly shivered at the thought of it too.<br/><br/>" I think it's in my DNA to piss people off, I mean that's all I ever do....Then again, a little conflict in one's life is good." He said as he grabbed a glass and the whiskey bottle. He set the glass down pouring the whiskey.  "But she'll get over it at one point. Even if she doesn't, I don't care."<br/>He put out other orders, wondering why this was even called work, it was fairly easy to do.<br/><br/>Dracula decided not to care if Katrina was mad at him or not. As good as she was, he didn't ask for her help and he could get stronger without her. He only wanted her around for her company, he could easy get by on his own. Dracula scoffed, he didn't need the help of a witch, anyway. He hated witches, even if it was their job to protect Dracula and he which point out that they failed at it. Witches were the ones who made the man into what he was today, why should he respect Katrina then? Was she really doing him a big favor? So what if the world was going to go to shit without Dracula. So what if some humans were killed, maybe it was for the better. Dracula felt it wasn't his job to put the world back together.