After a boy brought his glass of milk, Puternic paid attention to all the events going on with an unbelievable calm. He had all reasons to get pissed off with the unkind display made by the management of the Vampire Inn. Without any warning, the management invaded a guest's room and took private property away. There was nothing more anticapitalist that stealing, Puternic grimaced. Korono should pay attention to how guests are treated: Guide Michelin and websites like tripadvisor.com could ruin the reputation of the Vampire Inn.<br/><br/>No matter how much anger Puternic could be nourishing, everthing dissipated with Alexa's' smile. Puternic just winked back at her.<br/><br/>No more words were necessary.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, the werewolf was more worried about Alexa's reaction. Whichever she was going to do in the garden, as a new member of his pack, Puternic's duty of protecting her were a top priority. His hearing allowed him to follow every move of the event. He could imagine Alexa's face as her meal was being taken away: her sheer frustration mixed with anger. One should never taken away food from any animal. On the other hand, he understood her calmness: Alexa's was fed and that was all that mattered.<em>Carpe diem</em>was his motto: he was glad to know that the vampiress somehow followed his own rules without prior knowledge. Tomorrow would be another day and more food could be found. Why should such a beautiful creature worry about minor things?<br/><br/>On top of that, there was something else intriguing Puternic: the foxy scent in the air. Differently from a dead being like Alexa's, he could not identify the source, even though he thought that the delicious scent had already been felt before. All Puternic knew was that the scent was coming from a female...and she was gorgeous!