The wry drawl filled the quiet of the apartment, though the older vampire couldn't immediately be seen. He was stretched out on the sofa in the living room, feet propped up on the arm, arms folded beneath his head. How long he'd been there - and how he'd gotten in - was anyone's guess.
Luke stared up at the ceiling, a ponderous expression upon his face. He could have passed for The Thinker, save for the whole pose. Yet the thoughts on his mind were hardly weighty, which became apparent as that telltale smirk worked its way across his visage.