When Alyssa turned her attention to the girl at the counter, Cyrus had to bite back his own temper. Which rarely flared up. so this was odd. But he needn't have worried. The girl was more then capable of handling herself. He didn't correct her that she didn't sleep with the undead. According to his vision/dreams she did. Or would. He frowned. He was never wrong when it came to his own futures probably because he wasn't smart enough to figure out the how he got there and so he couldn't fix it.
He sighed and didn't bother trying to turn his charm back on. The moment was ruined. If there had been a moment. Placing the book on the counter, he pulled out his wallet.
"You have my sincerest apologies you witnessed that." His dark eyes met hers. "How much for the book?" When she told him the amount, he pulled it out and handed her the cash.
"I'm very sorry you saw me lose my temper like that," he finally said as he reached for the book, carefully not touching her as he did so. Perhaps he had gotten a little carried away with the insults. "Perhaps you'll let me make it up to you sometime?" He left his card on the counter, which had his name, Cyrus Eyre with a phone number and a room number at the Fairmont. So she knew there was no pressure, he smiled at her and left the book store, to find the blonde waiting for him outside the store.
She was very sorry for losing it like that, would he join her for a drink? The desperation in her eyes, belied the marks on her body, marks from the other vampires she had brought home. "Junkies",he sighed and started walking towards Styfe's place, hoping he was home and vowing he would never go home with another woman without inspecting her from head to toe to see if she was marked like a junkie.