He wasn't going to pander with Blake's ego either if he could help it and a surge of irritation flooded him. No, he wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Sen put a cd in his stereo and pressed play, closing his eyes a second as the sounds of the music filled the air. He turned to sit at his desk, not quite looking at Blake. Why should he talk to him now? The man did not deserve the pleasure of his conversation. Good to know that Blake missed him; it gave him a drop of satisfaction and he tilted back his chair.
So Blake had picked up on the scent of Elisa, had he. Sen glanced at Blake and wondered if this was another question to provoke a reaction from him. "Dreadful," he lied. So dreadful, in fact, that they'd gone on most of the night. As much as he tried to mask the lie, Blake knew him better than that and there was no doubt another comment was sure to follow. His anger was still bubbling inside of him but he walked to the bed and straddled the other man's middle. "Looks like you haven't had much fun recently. Is the vampire getting old?"