Hermes crossed his legs and sat as patiently and regally as he could next to Carrick.
"My lord, I told you the day you bought me. I am the most beautiful of weapons. Why would anyone let me loose somewhere without knowing that I was perfectly capable of handling my own to come back with exactly what they wanted and sometimes more." He lifted his brows, prim and proper as any supernatural, like the gilded collar around his neck wasn't there at all.
"Even the silence of a vampire is no barrier to my charm, but you realized that a long time ago. But I am your weapon, Master. I serve at your whim and your pleasure. Perhaps tonight I might prove myself an even more sound investment for you?"