Red watched the way Rasmus’ frame contorted in response, the weighted words that met his keen hearing had his smile growing a touch. The mask had been set aside in favor of more interesting things. Clearly this conversation took precedence.
“Well, Aren’t you the important one?” Red quipped playfully. Honestly, though, it sounded as if Rasmus was being honest. There was nothing he could pick up from the tone of voice, the sound of Rasmus’ heart, to suggest that there was anything false in that claim. Either that, or the man was one hell of a liar.
The pig had been selected on a whim. He’d not planned on taking it home. It reminded him of an episode of the Twilight Zone and not one of his favorites. “So you have a thing for vampires then. I dig it. If we are ever attending a Halloweeen thing together I’ll be sure to put on a cape and have my fangs in.”
He hadn’t expected the compliment and when it came Red felt a measure of satisfaction without really knowing why. “I can’t argue with that.” One of his legs shook a bit. He needed a smoke and soon. Habits were a hall of a thing.