The comfort the couch represented was exactly the sort of thing Gabe was trying to avoid in his present situation. Indignantly he shook his head once indicating he would not sit and he was so glad he made that decision and the man shocked him with the most unexpected news. Shock only registered for a moment though very quickly Gabe felt the tale-tell drumming ache just left of the bridge of his nose, buried deep against the ridge of his eye socket.
“I’m sorry you are?” Gabe had of course been told about the day manager but just now he could not remember the details there was only his frustration. “You’ve had a body mutilated in your parking lot and you decided to force your high profile client to come back here?” And here his sister had told him what wonderful service and tact this place had. All those promises he had been given and this place was actually a disaster.
And then he actually chuckled at the insinuation behind this line of question, mutilations were pretty unheard of for his sort of vampire and if they had known to turn all the lights on in the room, then they knew just what they were dealing with. Not that he hadn’t ever killed anyone, but those were under very specific situations. And as soon as the ridiculousness of the suggestion settled it occurred to him that perhaps this business operation wasn’t a bunch of bumbling idiots, perhaps they did have good reason to question him. “Has something happened to Ricky then? Surely if you know enough to put lights in my room you know that I’m very unlikely to mutilate anything unless of course something has happened to my donor.”