[The vampire blinked a little at his reaction, for that wasn’t what she was expecting at all, in fact she almost burst into a fit of laughter at his toy comment. He was trying to look so unhappy, yet it wasn’t working for the poor boy, and if he only knew what she did to her ‘toys’. Finally calming down, giggling a bit still she just smiled wide at him, almost looking like a smirk.]
My dear boy, if you think that is what I do to my ‘toys’ you are so very wrong.
--Was she mocking him?
His eyebrow twitched with agitation, displeasure becoming more and more defined in his expression. He felt almost as if he were in the presence of a certain noble, whose past-time consisted of not only women, but also reminding an adolescent of his powerlessness and youth.
"I could care less about what you would do!"
And honestly, he really did give no second thoughts about the implications of her statement. Frustration was too dominant and voluminous in his thoughts for room to be given to anything else.














