#leatherdoesntbreathe

Jack watched him with a smug smile before licking his lips, purposely showing off those pointed fangs. “And your point is?” He didn’t make a move but kept Peter’s now aimed gun and his face in his sights. Slowly, he held his unarmed hands up in.. one of those human surrendering poses. “And I don’t take kindly to those who kill for no reason.”

"I have plenty of reasons for killing!" He yelled immediately in response, and didn’t think of lowering his tone. "Vampires took everything from me, and I had to make my own way in the world. Made my own success, made bloody fantastic fortune and then they decide to come back and torment me." The gun shifted against his shoulder, the aim switching just a little. "Well I won’t sit back and do nothing again."

"Let me guess." Jack's tone almost mocking as he started. "One of my kind pissed you off in some way and you decided that you need to exterminate all of us so you can live in peace." It wasn't a question but more of a statement. This wouldn't be the first time he's had to face someone who aimed a weapon at him for something he didn't personally do. Then again.. plenty of those too but hey, he's still...in one piece and moving enough to outlive the next sunrise. He shifted his footing a little, testing this human's resolve with that gun of his. His arms still raised.

Sipping away at his procured drink, XI twirled down the corridor described by his host. “Hmm.. y’know what I heard? Soggy sex, polite sex, and incredible sex.” He strode for the door at the end and let himself into Peter’s bedroom. “Now that is gorgeous. Got a few rooms like this meself. I’m rather partial to the Gothic. Bed looks amazing. I’d almost think it was just for sleeping in.”

Peter chuckled, at both comments. He could do E, for all the above. “And that is one of it’s three purposes.” The Gothic look of his room was intentional, kept dark so he could sleep it and he liked the way that the plan of it had been designed and laid out and he had no intentions on changing it, ever. It was perfect to him. “Try it out.” Either way, both of them would be if things kept progressing the way he intended it to.

"Oh, I will." The forward Gallifreyan moved around to set his glass on the bedside table before hopping up and lounging across the bedspread. His boots, though clean, remained on, attention drawn to them as he crossed his ankles and leant back against the headboard. "Yes, this'll do very nicely." He regarded some of the recurring themes with a shrewd gaze. "You seem partial to the sign of the Cross, even for a man of your profession."