Noctis had been on his best behavior since the incident with Carrick and almost setting the vampire on fire. He knew Russell was on the verge of selling him and as much as Noctis complained he didn't want to go back to the auction house. He liked Russell and he liked the freedom he had with the werewolf.
So when Russell offered to take him shopping for the first time Noctis was all for it. But of course with Noctis' bad luck it had started to storm on the way home and he had crashed the car into the ditch.
So here they were standing on Carrick's porch waiting for the vampire to open up. Noctis was freezing because even though he was a weredragon and could actually heat his body up to burn anyone that touched him he still had acted like he was cold blooded and not warm blooded. Part of being a weredragon. So his movements were slow and his lips were blue because the weredragon was slowly freezing because his blood was cooling down rapidly.
"He... he won't let me in," Noctis spoke softly his voice sluggish, not shivering because he didn't have the energy. He would be cool to the touch much like a vampire normally is.