armand doesn't need to investigate his thoughts to imagine the amount of mental work he was doing right now. his amber eyes follow as he paces the perimeter of the library, curious about what plans he might be concocting to get him out of the little predicament he found himself in.
( that the vampire put him in )
he nods, as if the answer were of any importance. β even i find myself drawn in by the computer's lure. β
and while he had remained straight-faced up until the moment he asked if he was here to kill him, the expression breaks. instead, he smiles, a mischief beneath the expression, a pleasure in the decision of life or death being in his hands.
β originally, yes. but you proved to be interesting enough not to kill. β for now, at least. β you can relax, i'm not a snake, i won't strike. β