“Something felt off. Son” Conner shrugged a little. The “son” was a jab back at the “Gezz Dad” comment. There were times he did act like a father to the longer vampire. But those times were rare and far in between. Conner had this odd way of sensing when something was bad happening to his friend  and have saved both of their lives a number of times.. Last feeling was different and he couldn’t explain it. Things just seemed off. And why he had pestered his friend so much.<br/>“ If you had use that invention called a phone I would have not pester you  so much.”Really if Conner had not had the  felt that something was off, he wouldn’t have called Branston at all. Vampire had not live this long without being able take himself.<br/><br/>“Yeah most of the time, Expect when I have to save your ass. Which has been at last count eighty-three times” Conner smirked at Branston. Taking the apple from Branston that he was playing with. Sitting across from Branston and took a healthy bite of the apple. Giving his own smirk as he ate the fruit. Keeping up with their playful batter of tally up the numbers each of them save other life.<br/><br/>“Left a message on her phone. The ball in her court” Another shrug as he ate more of the apple.  Playing it off like it was nothing. But really he was looking forward from hear from the pretty little witch. There was something about her.  Maybe she woudl be the one. Then again he thought about most of the women he dated. Not all but most.Pushing those thoughts away. “ What was that mess you had to clean up? Another stupid young vampire?”