In the time between his own entrance and the entrance of Annelise, Caius moved only to pick up his lute so that he could pluck at it whilst the radio garbled on. This time, however, he sprawled across the chaise in the correct manner, his head resting on one arm of it while his legs dangled over the opposite arm. He quickly resumed his former position. His lute was an old instrument, the wood worn smooth from centuries of playing. The strings had been strung and snapped and strummed over and over again. He hummed gently as the folky music rang from the instrument and filled the room with a melody that was oddly light for Caius.
His fingers came to a sudden stop above the strings of his lute as the door began to creak the rest of the way open. To him, humans had a particular smell about them. Something too sweet to be called a stench, but it still seemed to cling to them like one. This aroma reached him before he bothered to look over. His pinkish eyes met her hazel ones, and he blinked lethargically before slowly sitting up. The blood rushed into her cheeks, and he could feel his fangs push themselves further through his gums as he grew more excited.
"Yes, of course," he replied, though he knew her question had been meant rhetorically. From upside down, he craned his neck slightly to look at her, displaying the bite marks on his neck from his own transformation. Caius eased himself upright, first by laying normally on the chaise again and then by sitting up before sliding on to his knees on the floor beside her. Wordlessly, he pushed her hair over one shoulder to leave a side of her neck bare. The exchanged another glance before he turned his head and sunk his fangs into her alabaster flesh. They slid through with ease, and the blood began to well. He sucked at the puncture wounds in a hurried manner while he gripped the other side of her neck for support.
He could have drained the poor girl if he were unable to get a grip on himself. Suddenly, he pulled back and let his shoulders drop a bit as the blood began to move through his system, subsequently darkening his eyes so that the pupil and iris appeared to become one. Caius's tongue glided along his lips, which were scarlet with the blood, as he began to stand. Instinctively, he reached for a slightly bloodied towel he'd kept here to staunch the bleeding. He certainly knew how impulsive these vampires could be.
As she recovered, Caius sat down again whilst riding the waves of pleasure. In the midst of it, the door opened once more, and a new vampire stepped in. It took him a moment to recognize her, for he had not seen Lyndi since he approached her months ago.
"You are certainly quite...direct," he remarked before pinching the corners of his mouth to wipe the blood away.
The older vampire watched her for a moment, perhaps internally analyzing her before he stood. "You will have to be more specific, mea carissima, for that is a relative term when one refers to those of our age group." He place his hands into the pockets of his jacket, which appeared to make him stand up straighter. "A warning would have been appreciated. I may have given you a tour myself." Or maybe he wouldn't have. That was besides the point now. "I do wonder where you come from. Pale skin and fair hair would hint toward somewhere Northern, but who can truly tell with the intermingling that humans do these days?"
The tips of his fangs still glistened with blood as he ran his tongue over them slowly. "I came to you because I believe your skills are, more or less, unrivaled. However, I can not simply introduce a new member into the Coven without knowing them, trusting them." He moved a bit closer, moving his hair out of his face with a flick of his neck. "I murdered men I called brother without so much as a second thought. Betrayal would not go over well in this Coven, I can assure you."