Nose firmly inserted in a book, Warren had paced the same rut into the library carpet he'd done many times before and would have continued had his phone not vibrated. His eyes then beared witness to the siren call of his electrokine and the unspoken promise of sustenance. Unnecessary, as it was - it did alert Angel to the ache in his belly, one he'd been able to ignore until that moment. Amazing, what the right text could accomplish - especially when they were'nt translated words not read in centuries.
The brooding one appeared in the kitchen, book still clutched in hand, but immediately deposited on the nearest counter. "That's adorable," Warren's smile twisted into something more mischievous while he gazed upon his alluring siren. "You think they'll deliver here? After how many times dear old dad released the hounds..." Angel approached and enveloped her in his oversized-sweater-clad arms. Then gently kissed the exact spot on her temple she'd just tapped and breathed in her sweetness. As Eva knew, he was kidding of course, they loved the Worthington Estate, mostly because Warren cared so little for his fortune he routinely tipped twice the amount of the actual order. "Make it filthy with cheese," he requested. "Then come muse with me."