When she asked him what his occupation was, Cyrus only smiled. "I work for the Master of the City," he answered vaguely. It was true. He didn't have a real job and unless he wanted one he wouldn't really have to have one. Unless he managed to seriously piss him off at some point. Which had only happened once so far. The smile didn't leave his face until he heard the bell announcing the presence of someone else in the shoppe. Cyrus didn't bother turning around as he caught of whiff of cheap perfume, heralding the arrival of the woman he had been trying to avoid.
"You promised you'd call me!" she practically shrieked as she shoved his shoulder when he didn't turn around. Catching the pretty book store owner's eye, he apologized silently, although she looked more then amused at the scene unfolding in front of her. Finally he turned around, meeting...Marissa's (?) angry gaze.
"Actually, Marissa," he answered, his tone lazy. "Alyssa," she cut in. "It's Alyssa." Cyrus shrugged. He had been close enough. He continued.
"Actually, Alyssa," he put the extra emphasis on her name this time. "I did not ever promise to call you." He glanced down at the book as he spoke, frowning at a bent corner of a page. He hated when people did that. Find a bookmarker. He sighed, then realised he had been talking.
"I'm sorry, what was I saying?" he asked as he refocused on the angry little blonde, whom had looked much cuter in the dark. Or maybe she was cuter when she wasn't talking? Before she opened her mouth? Hmm... He couldn't remember which it had been.
He cut her off since he hadn't been listening to her rant about how mortifying it was to realize that when he had gone to the 'bathroom' he hadn't been coming back. With a sigh, Cyrus put the book down on the counter as he faced the crazy, needy woman in front of him.
"First of all, you are a horrible fang banger." Her eyes widened. "Any self respecting vampire-loving whore knows that vampires don't need to take a piss." And now she was speechless. Thank god. "Second of all, when, in all of your life has a man ever called you the next day after fucking you a half hour after meeting you?" Her mouth opened like she wanted to say something, but nothing came out.