Demitriy saw that his beloved lust wouldnt even turn to look at him. It angered him to no end that he wasnt the least bit interested. But he was interested in that blonde girl, the one that saw him as merely an object to collect. Greed. Yes. Thats who she was.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> "You and I until the end, into darkness, my dear." </span><br/><br/>Her voice, thar sultry sound like grey silk against his ears. She had died in the war, killed by his mortal for patience. How he wanted to ring that woman's neck if she appeared here once again. He hoped that she would.<br/><br/>Once he snapped out of his little moment of nastalgia, he moved closer to the bar. He knew they would see him at this point. Again, he ordered vodka straight up. He used his peripheral vision to continue watching them, waiting to see if blondie would come off of lust or stay true.