Even though he was still concerned for Annelise's welfare, Caius hardly noticed it when she hurried from the kitchen. His pale hand tightened around a handful of the material that made up the shoulder part of Alastair's shirt. "Do I look as if I give a bloody damn whether or not you want to hear it?!" he snapped. He cared not if he spat blood into the Regent's face. The younger vampire was covered enough in blood that it would make little difference. Truly, it did not seem like Alastair to kill a human in such a bloody manner, but it was not like Caius to admit he was wrong.
"That is beside the point! Had a human seen you feeding in such a sloppy manner, what would you have done? Had they run, would you have run them down, too?!" Caius tightened his fist. "Why not just feed from the slaves? It is healthier, it is safer. Your defiance will be the end of you, boy." He spat the last word in Alastair's face tauntingly almost. He hoped for a response out of Alastair, but the young vampire only grew unresponsive and pushed Caius roughly aside to leave. Speaking of Lydia upset Caius enough for him to loosen his grip so that Alastair pulled away with ease.
"Come back here, damn you! You coward, you ungrateful bastard." He wheeled into the living room, long hair flying into his face. Angrily and ungracefully, he brushed it away from his face. Caius's hair had the look of over-straightened hair. It still came in relatively thickly, but the only thing giving it any semblance of volume was the breeze. It had reflected the period for thousands of years, but the vampire found it hard to shear the hair he'd grown out during the sixties. Another sign of his unwillingness to move on.
Caius entered just in time to catch Rory's remark. As Alastair disappeared from sight, he slowed down, scowl still distorting his features. Without even looking to Rory, he nodded. "Cassius was never a fan of men with too much power...he was a seditious man who was killed in battle after defying his leader!." The last statement was, quite obviously aimed at the vampire who had fled up the stairs. But the Roman senator had certainly known how to turn friend on friend...Caius would have never dreamed of assisting in the assassination had it not been for Caius Cassius.
He spared a glance for Annelise, checking to make sure she was alright still and not too shaken by the yelling. Knowing his yelling was futile now, Caius slowly breathed inward and outward, calming himself before he turned to Rory. His eyes, saturated enough that they looked black, blinked once, twice, at her before his lips curled into a smile. Blood still colored his lips redder than usual, making them stand out against his milky flesh. Fangs retracted quite quickly into his gums until only sharp, normal-sized canines remained. "Good evening, mee carissime," he said softly, disrupting the cycle of Annelise and Rory staring at each other. "Sleep well? I hope Alastair did not wake you."