Sen's threats rarely made Blake pay him any real attention. He'd laid out on the man's bed as though he were supposed to be there and only opened his eyes to slits at the ultimatum thrown in his direction. Then there was that smile again, that 'eat shit and die' grin that he had perfected over the years. Yanking Sen's chain was a pasttime, one of his favorite aside from seducing and corrupting young woman into being his toys. Then his victims. "Miss me, sugar," he said the words with obvious amused affection.
His eyes were cold, about as compassionate as Sen's could be on any given day. Blake was a good deal older than it seemed. Not that anyone knew all that much about him. Even Sen didn't know for certain how old he was. That was a secret that he kept to himself. With a cat-like motion, he wrapped his hand around Sen's wrist. If the shapeshifter wanted to get away from him, he wouldn't resist terribly much, but he wasn't about to let the boy ruin one of his perfectly good dress shirts because he was having a fit of pique over the fact that Blake had essentially ignored his summons. They were nearly equals. Neither really enjoyed being ordered around much.
Though there was some pleasure in the brutality they could work on each other.