Re: Holding Pens - Samandriel and Mitchell
"Sounds good, sir. I'll be right outside the door if you need anything."
Samandriel lifted his head a little to get a proper look at the vampire's face, but very much avoided eye contact. Curious, Samandriel decided. As far as emotions went, that was definitely a decent one to settle on.
When the door to clicked shut with the handler on the other side of it, hands still bound behind his back, he dropped his gaze again, sure that the other man was going to turn and look at him again. He rolled his shoulders in a way that would have gotten him accused of preening in heaven. He tried not to think on it.