eclipse.
He spent an ungodly amount of time flipping through lewd material for a certain someone's well-earned reward... His performance in that one particular trial had been more than exceptional, coupled with the various months of proving himself time and time again that he is indeed well worth the vampire's time, well, he does deserve a treat, doesn't he? That, he does. It was all a manner of how on Earth could he provide a proper gift for a Casanova? Well, the simple answer to that was performing acts that hopelessly-in-love romantics would come to appreciate. Of course, the steps into the dangerous territory of adult material... Now that he considers it, "Casanova" no longer applied to the Italian, did it?
Ah, not that it mattered now. He had better things in mind. More important things.
His return trip was a hasty one, his mind repeatedly replaying certain things he wished to carry out in order to properly reward Caesar with his hard-earned gift. Room #200, with Kishibe Rohan's death, was dreadfully quiet. Quiet, yet not at all dreary. A pleasant silence, as sickening as it was to realize, he thought. The door is unlocked and opened, the vampire stepping inside and allowing that very door to close behind him. Along with a satisfying "clock" of a now-locked door, Reiji parts his lips to speak. "Are you free?"