His laugh was low, it rumbled like thunder in the clouds just before lightening struck. The point of a very sharp claw, more like a talon, picked at a scrap of apple in his tooth. After successfully removing the offending chunk he flicked it away. Pitch black eyes, like a starless sky raked over the tiny thing in front of him.
“It’s what ya do with garbage. Toss it out on its ass.” A wicked grin tugged up the corner of his mouth in a lopsided sneer. “I’m sure someone has taught ya that lesson a time ‘er two, sweetheart.”
The envelope in his hand was slapped against his other open palm. “Pick it up if it bothers ya so damn much.” There was a wild, savage gleam in his eye as he turned away and headed for the doors of the hotel. “I gotta delivery ta make.”