Well, that worked even better than he expected. Janos forgot the conversation he’d been engaged in… that had just been filler anyway, to pass the time until. And there she was, his delicate flower, standing in the doorway. The voices around him all fell away for real. Vampires looking from Janos to Dahlia, then one by one, they each made their way out of the room, the last two, nosy fuckers, having to be tugged away by their brethren.
Wordless for a time, he watched her; blue-green eyes washing over her, taking in every inch of her form. Then he began to look inward, leaving no corner unseen. It was as if he were taking stock of his property. Well, to Janos, he was. He could be quite the possessive, bastard. And how he saw it, he did in fact own her, even if he’d been rather irresponsible with his property. He made her after all. Oh, don’t be so warped. It was the bond of a sire for his childe. Yes, she was his.
For how many minutes had he examined her? He paid the time no mind. But finally he spoke, again into her mind, his accent thick, even here. “Szia my beautiful flower. You’ve missed me.” Arrogant as he was, it wasn’t even a question. He just assumed she must have. “Come,” he continued internally, shifting to make room beside himself on the couch. “You seem upset.” Words spoken aloud finally, concern in his eyes. He was as protective as he was possessive. “Who did this?” He was ready to kick some vampire ass; but hoped it would actually be someone he could take on.