Maurus barely spared the human a glance, sitting down the moment he had the opportunity to. He ordered a drink for himself, before looking at Shadow again. He had bought himself enough time. What was his excuse? Fuck.
He stared at him, for a moment, just looking. What did he want. What did he want? He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “Well,” he said, his fingers digging into the wood of the bar. “Well, I wanted to—to make up for it. That fucking incubus is still full of shit, but, okay. I want to move past that. I want to, um. Prove myself. Yes.”
Shadow could not help but raise an eyebrow. In silence. He did not know what to say, because either way, the conversation would end with him bashing the vampire's head against the nearest wall. Why using powers or abilities when he could do it the old-fashioned way, and have some fun bathing his clothes in blood, guts and- His hat would most likely suffer too much. He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. "And how do you want to... 'prove' yourself?"
