Chris & Mina
Like we're purchasing. It put a wry smile on his face -- Chris wasn't buying anything. His signature wasn't required on the paperwork, just his fingerprints for identification purposes. "Yeah." Yeah to all of it, yeah they would talk about it more, yeah he didn't believe her, but if she wanted to spend the extra money to buy him outright, he wasn't going to push to get on the stage. The odds of a benevolent mystery benefactor showing up to outbid Mina the vampire were slim; the odds of winding up with someone worse or a bruise on his ego from no one else showing interest were considerably higher.
"Let's go." He tossed the water bottle on the ground, picked up the leather motorcycle jacket he'd worn into the room but discarded in the corner, slung it over his shoulder, and followed Mistress Mina out to registration, tail between his legs.