Molly looked to Harry and nodded and then stopped when the phone rang and she glared at the machine with such a vengeance she thought the thing might explode into flames, but she kept that thought safely behind a wall. She heard him growl and she sighed. That meant it was Murphy. “Well there goes Mack's.” She hissed out and slumped down in the seat and eyed her mentor.  When he stated ten minutes she fought not to groan and tilted her head back against the back of the seat. 'Oh, come on.' she thought and then righted herself, still slumped down in the chair.<br/><br/>She listened to their exchange for a bit and then tuned him out until he came back over to her. Murder? “I wonder how gross it is. Yeah, sure, why not. We can hit Mack's after if I still have an appetite.” She stood and brushed the knees of her jeans off, more trying to brush away the aggravation. “No reason not to come with you.” With that she followed him out to the beetle and allowed him to reset the wards. She was sensitive, yes, but she didn't want Harry to go alone on this one and plus, she was curious, morbidly curious. '<br/><br/>–<br/><br/>Jackson nodded to her words and shuddered as she touched his face, this woman could turn him to putty with a look and it drove him up the wall. His will to leave her side was dwindling and he would want nothing more than to spend the night tucked up in her arms and maybe for other things. Although when she released him he whimpered and finally found himself again and stood. “Yes, Mistress.” With that he turned on his heel and walked out, feeling like a kicked dog for some reason.<br/><br/>Once he was out of the room, the fog over his mind cleared and he blinked. She did that to him every time. He growled to himself and slunk out of the Seethe, heading out to feed and raise some hell outside of the city. He hated having his head messed with and this woman could do it with a glance, let alone a touch. The cool night air hit him and he breathed it in and scented so many humans on the wind. Walking he caught sight of a lone woman and followed her a little ways before flitting behind her and nabbing her, dragging her down an alley and sinking his fangs into her neck.<br/><br/>The blood hit his tongue in a rouge tide, it was metallic and downright euphoric. He moaned into the woman's neck and once he was done he let her drop dead to the ground and walked away from the alley, not having gotten any on his shirt. He was an old pro and knew how to feed without making a mess of himself. He decided to go and rove around Chicago just to cause some trouble and find that little Wizard and make her his, to hell with his Mistress, he was sick and tired of being manipulated.<br/><br/>–<br/><br/>So, she seemed like good company? This man seemed oily. She snorted and watched him. He didn't even know her. Reznik, huh? Yeah, she was giving this man a false name. “I'm Kasey. I myself moved here not too long ago.” She could play like she had been here long enough to know her way around though. “No no, It's fine. I'll stay for a few and then I really have to go home.” She wanted to see what this man wanted, but her instincts were telling her to get out fast. Shit. She should listen to her gut.<br/><br/>“So where did you move from?” She took another sip of her drink and kept it close to her and did not intend to leave it alone around Reznik, she had heard horror stories of drinks and oily men. She was biding her time and then would gently excuse herself and leave. He didn't fucking know her and something was up and Aubrey wanted no piece of it. After a short time and finishing her drink she stood to head to the bar and gently smiled at the man. “I'm sorry, I do have to pay for these and be headed home. It was a pleasure meeting you though.” With that she turned her back on the man, paid and hurried out the door. Once she was out the door she breathed in the cold night air and hurried home.