"Good company is overrated, love." Byron preyed on emotional and instinctive decisions of others. He played the charm and mischevious play-boy part because people responded to it better. The old Georgian noble indulged the image set up so easily for him. Though, while he looked to have fun with the younger vampire while mother was not looking, he knew that had it been his choice he would not have turned Kit. In fact, that had been the case. The boy was amusing, of course. His infamous stories drew Byron initially into the area the human had been in, toyed with him, befriended him then sent another to look to change him. Byron did not mind his company, just had not felt the need to be the one to sire him. Wrapping his arm around Kit's shoulder, as he tended to do, Byron guided the younger vampire to his trailer.
The interior of the small house looked much like something one would expect a vampire to live in. Dark woods, black and red fabrics, and a Victorian feel- despite Byron not being a Victorian man. His walls were lined with books on every subject, the more-than-a-little-naughty ones in their own personal section for his guests to look at. Having guided Kit in, he closed the door behind them.
"If there is anything you wish help with, feel free to ask." He smirked as he pointed Kit toward the shower room.