"Isn't that the point of an inheritence? You kick it and someone gets a big fat check?" He teased as he bounced back up easily. While he could easily sass and snark at his master all day long, in the end he was completely loyal to the warlock. Not even his own father had earned that privilege.
As he moved along the platform his ears caught the sound of someone's breathing before the faint smell of arousal entered his nostrils. Mila wasn't a were so he couldn't identify a person by smell, just that someone was actually there. The dhampir smirked though he acted as if he was unaware.
"it appears that we have company," he informed his master in their language, his tone coming across to anyone else that he was mocking Willard. "And he apparently is enjoying watching us greatly. Shall I get him for you?