As the two men stepped inside the humans' home, the vampire's senses reached out across the premises almost immediately. He registered Valentine's presence - there as promised - before her father had even taken a second breath, and the scent of her made his fangs ache; a dull, subtle reminder that he had yet to feed as planned. "Go on then, call out for her..." he commanded quietly with all the inherent authority of a man very used to being obeyed. He pushed the door shut behind the pair, his dark gaze travelling up the stairs in the direction of the room he knew she occupied. When her father did as bidden, her name ringing out clear throughout the house, Garreth took a step back into the darkness of a shadow, awaiting his first real look at the woman whose life had been so eagerly traded in. It wasn't so much that he couldn't have taken either one or both of them if he'd wanted to, really, but this was at the very least the most interesting thing to happen in the past decade or so, and he was bored enough to entertain the pathetic mortal's desperate plea... for now.