Lorcan pulled a face at her before peeling the robe back from his right shoulder to look at the damage. The burn looked very much like something someone would get from being in a hot sun for two hours plus without sunscreen. It was also tender to the touch. "She didn't seem like that much of an idiot last night," he muttered in response to Lindsay's unspoken - but obvious - opinion of the woman who'd just fled. "Granted I wasn't looking for witty conversation and chess matches."
He looked in the mirror, able to still see his reflection as he was not a full vampire, and ran his tongue over his fangs. It was unnerving, even after eight years, to be overtaken by rage and a desire to hurt someone, and knowing what damage he could do. "I'm going to take a shower, I'll meet you in the kitchen after," he said abruptly and stalked into the ensuite.
One hot shower later and Lorcan felt a million times better. He was also in his 'normal' mode - his hair back to its natural colour, wearing his glasses, and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. The burn now treated with a salve.
"So, what's on today's agenda?" he asked as he wandered over to the pantry, opening to doors to look inside. He kept a very well-stocked larder, with foods that he didn't really eat but felt sentimental about. Usually he off-loaded it on Lindsay and her roommate, although the cheeses always went to Kirley. For him it was a mixture of pleasure and pain to look at the food, remembering the taste and yet knowing it would be tasteless if he ate it now.