The chosen colour combination and obviously influential country that most of the vampires had in common amused the logic of Byron's mind. Blue eyes met blue eyes, both with charming smirks, even as Kit did not have the energy for it. Byron intended to not allow Kit further energy. An old 'friend' knew the only welcome they had in Byron's trailer would be one where Byron's tastes could be satisfied.
The shower had been assumed on Byron's part, while the smell of blood could never hit Byron's nose wrong, he could smell the substance over Kit's clothing held mostly old blood. Not unpleasant for someone like Byron, but he preferred to have some sport with his friend instead.
Pulling a knife from his bar, Byron entered the bathroom as well. Slowly removing his clothes as he watched the shadow of Kit. "What kind of mischief have you come into that left you covered in already disgusted blood?" He asked over the sound of the water. Byron hung his shirt up on the door before running the blade over the counter around the sink.