“Eric Charleston,” he repeated, committing the name to memory and filing it away under ‘not to be fucking trifled with, probably’. He snorted a little at the warning about nicknames, a crack about how he wouldn’t have noticed right on the tip of his tongue–but he held it back this time, bit his tongue. His smile remained wicked though, the ghost of a joke lingering in his eyes.
Noah raised one eyebrow as his gaze swept over the car–not overly ostentatious, he supposed, and maybe not even the flashiest car he’d ever been invited into, but still… “Ooh, shiny,” he said mildly, more for his own benefit than for Eric’s. He pressed all five fingers to the door, just beside the handle, taking an enormous amount of childish, vindictive pleasure in the smudgy fingerprints it left behind. Fuck this shiny car–fuck all shiny cars, except for the one he’d eventually buy himself when he was rich.
But for now… He climbed into the car obediently, making a show of shifting back and forth to get comfortable in the passenger seat. “Noah Wright, sir. At your service, along with all of my useful appendages. Lord, that’s the poshest shit I ever said. Am I actually allowed to be going somewhere with you? Not that I’m tryin’ to imply you’d lead me into breakin’ rules or anything. I’m sure you have my best interests at heart.”
Eric arched a brow at the boy’s reaction to his car. He was pushing it, and while the professor would get mildly annoyed for a second, it usually didn’t take anything more than that for his lack of emotional range to transform that inkling of feeling something into utter boredom - a state most slaves regretted inspiring fairly soon after doing so. For now, fortunately for him, Noah was entertaining enough to stave off said boredom.
Eyes caught on the way Noah smeared his hand print on the door, and Eric’s smile turned downright chilly, although his voice was calm as ever. “For your own sake, I sincerely hope that will be the one and only time you do that. Spitefulness gets old very quickly.” With that, the vampire sat himself behind the wheel and had started the car by the time Noah spoke up again. He glanced at the human, smiling wryly for a moment before he steered the car out of its parking booth. “I can take you out for about a day. Two days or more require a rental request to be submitted. Not that it matters much to you, seeing as you have little choice in the matter.”
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