#!theeldest

He had no idea what he was doing, really.  There was nothing to see here.  Nothing but the night, and the night sounds around him.  He'd been doing a great deal of thinking, lately, and little of it was exactly positive.  But he was stubborn, and still refused to admit defeat, even with their Family painfully, sadly diminished.  Perhaps there would be something, anything, to give him a clue as to how to proceed.  A sign from God?  Not likely.  He was no longer one of God's creatures, was he.  But something...

He took the tin with a smile.  "I have to say, I wasn't expecting this, thank you very much, my friend.  I also must confess, I am not sure what to get you...  perhaps we could simply go somewhere together?  I would like that, if you're willing."

"But of course."

"You must be Mr. Miller."  The Butler-turned-Vampire offered the other a warm smile, before gesturing at the youth to step inside the manor.  "Please, come in, I've been expecting you."  He surveyed the other with an appraising, but non-judgemental gaze.  He had to admit that although what the hacker was wearing was not something he himself would ever wear, it was still rather sharp in its own flashy way.  "You received the outline of what we were seeking, I presume?"