Samandriel had no intention of letting Carrick's breakfast put him off. He'd been fed from enough times in his brief human life that the sight of someone drinking blood truly didn't bother him. He finished the next bits and was picking at the final fruit platter, popping grapes into his mouth while he read the pages Carrick had already finished with.
He'd left his phone charging at home, confident that Carrick was going to hold up his end of the bargain properly. If he did, the young angel would have no need of a phone at all nor would require anyone to come pick him up.
"How's Hermes?" he asked, glancing up at the vampire. It was pretty obvious that was where the man had gone and no one could deny that Hermes clearly loved his Master despite all of Samandriel's opinions that such a thing might be nigh on impossible if only because Carrick would refuse to allow it.