Re: Penthouse Level: 12:00 am
The Beast that was Daniel was not in the mood for pleasantries. Familiar blue eyes narrowed through the thorny vines at the other man, and a rumble that sounded like a semi truck starting wasn't much like Daniel's voice at all. He turned his head quickly to direct nose at Rosalie's outstretched hand, but he got a face full of thorns before he could pursue it. Wincing with another roarish-yelp, he stalked a couple more paces to either side of the barrier, his attention almost exclusively on Vlad. "You bite them, I'll bite you," he managed, finally, backing up on his hind legs toward the stairs and eying the barrier as an Olympian eyes the pole vault. There were a lot of conflicting animal instincts going on, most of them outraged at the trespass in territory, and it was hard to articulate with that many teeth and a sandpaper lion's tongue. His voice was deeper too. Not Daniel's at all, or barely so.