#lapxus

     ❝NONSENSE, TAYAKATA. I THINK you’re mistaken.❞ Angelo grinned, leaning back on his seat with legs crossed and hands clasping upon his knee. Expression alone showed just how much he enjoyed the sight in front of him despite the words that left his lips. Oh yes, this outfit matched her very well, but he assumed it would. After all, he had an eye for such things. Shamelessly did he allow golden eyes to rove along her form, and had he been a feline, his tail would have slowly swayed to and fro with hidden intrigue. A week of Tayakata being his maid… ah, what an amazing week this would be. Still, he wouldn’t tease the poor woman too much, even if the desire was most certainly there.

     This was such a rare opportunity that must be savored.

"You know it as well as I do-- it is not for you to decide. I am the Servant here. If that is the case, I would have rid of you already."

It was after the disorderly outburst that she began to surmise their pact negatively, a flaw of fate that she was willing to diminish. He could see the stilling fear in her eyes and from that alone he concluded that perhaps it is not because she is unworthy but because he is. He had failed to protect her during that one night. He had arrived late and if only he had been a second gone, she would not even have the privilege to speak to him in such a way. It's his fault all along, isn't it? But she was much too kind to be all too honest about it to him.

So that made the matter completely comprehensible to him. She's relieving herself off of him for that one cruel mishap. He understood her.

            « キャスター » Crimsons watch in silence, content with what he sees and hears. Gifting was not amongst the King’s frequent activities, especially in this day and age, and those who received something of his own creation was exceedingly few, if not completely non-existent up until now. Nevertheless, it was, for the most part, a sign that he viewed their relationship as one beyond one of Master and Servant.

            “It’s nothing to be surprised about, Tayakata.”

            Although there is no answer to her questions, it’s clear that he thought that the gesture was something small but not insignificant. He senses that there was more to her thoughts than simple questions so he decides to offer her a little more of a peak into his thoughts.

     MOST HUMANS WERE DULL, especially humans in this modern era. They lacked the strength he saw in those from years long passed, back when his kind were not considered mere tales to frighten the populace and magic and the like was more plentiful. In this time, it didn’t take much to corrupt and seduce. Vice ruled most human lives nowadays, and many were so easy to feed off of that it didn’t take any effort in gaining their adoration and desire. Angelo certainly never had to worry about an exorcist looking to rid his ‘food’ of his presence considering the places he went were rife with the very sin he indulged in to begin with. Taking a sip of his drink, he idly tapped his index against the polished surface of his table as he watched people move about the dance floor, none of any interest to him.

     How utterly drab.

     Releasing a slight sigh of boredom, he slowly scanned the room until his eyes stopped on a particular figure on a stool by the bar. What an intriguing aura she had. The way the colors danced about her form intrigued him, and being the ever curious man he was, he certainly couldn’t let that opportunity pass him by. He’d perhaps actually find someone palatable to him for once rather than just sampled for the sheer desire for both food and what ounce of entertainment he could gain from humans in general. Pushing himself up, he gripped his glass tightly as he made his way over to the bar and slid onto a seat gracefully next to the woman who managed to catch his ever fickle eye.