Her reaction was expected so his face was passive and hardly insulted as she breezed by him. Crowne was careful to stay out of her way, stepping back to avoid any accidental bump of elbows or shoulder. Again, he wasn't here to intimidate. He needed this human to trust him. Even if she shouldn't. It was complicated. Thankfully, Crowne was the type that thrived in complications. It made his long and dull life exciting. That and chess. Any self-respecting vampire adored chess. That was his opinion. Chess was more than mere black and white pieces. It was a story. Each one with its own individual twist. This particular story had more than its fair share of twists. Crowne would have thought himself the most valuable piece, capable of moving in any direction of his choice. But with Daniel and Mark calling the shots, he felt more like the bishop, sent out to capture.
But capture only if voluntary.
The human disappeared back into the other building but he remained. She would come back to him, eventually. Her curiosity would far out-weight anything else that would try to keep her from turning around. Whatever Royce told her and Crowne knew for a fact that it was very little, it couldn't have been admirable. Of all the people she could get information about him, it was disappointing and frustrating that it had to be Royce. The boy had his reasons, of course and while Crowne didn't think they were quite deserving, there were plenty of things that he had done to others that were far worse. By all accounts, Charlotte had every right to believe him to be villain that Royce certainly had painted him to be. There was nothing about him worth the trusting. Yet he needed her to at least trust him enough to come out and talk with him. It wouldn't need to be a long conversation. He only needed to share a few things that she could then share on with their two mutual ... acquaintances.
It took longer than he liked for her to finally come back to the door. By this point, he wondered if she was purposely trying to make him wait. He patiently waited for her to speak first, which she took her precious time to do, and when she finally did grace the silence with her voice, it was hardly kind.
There was no question. Royce had definitely warned her about him. He was curious about what exactly the wolf-boy had told her. But he wouldn't ask. As she probably saw it, it was none of his business. Funny enough, it was but she didn't know that. Yet.
"There is something I need. Sweet of you to ask." He smiled graciously, as if she were asking him if he'd like a cup of tea. "I apologize having to come at such an inconvenient hour and you seem busy but I'm afraid I've been rather busy and this is my first free moment. I have a favor to ask of you. If you wouldn't mind-" Crowne slid his hand inside his long jacket and pulled out a card from the pocket. He held it out to her, flipping it around for her to see. "I've bought a place in town. The address is on the card. Could you hand this to Royce for me?"