The current atmosphere surrounding them felt addictive, giving him the same sort of high he might get from an opiate. He shouldn't want more of this but Merlin, he did. Wanted it so badly but no. He made it a point to avoid such things.
He licked his lips as Ishmael tore his hand away and watched as the vampire studied the ring. If he was the sort to resort to sulking, he just might have when Ishmael walked away from him. Toying with him and then walking off. Such feline antics.
He rolled his eyes at Ishmael's comment. There was an inkling in his mind that the two might be one of the same. That brought him up short, internally. Since when did he need anyone? "Same to you," he said, for lack of anything better coming to mind. Now, it kind of felt like a challenge though. Who would feel a need for the others company, first?
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