Arthur stared at Liam directly in the eye for a few minutes, unblinking. Liam was not what he expected. He expected, daresay fantasized, a bloodthirsty vampire ready to challenge him. What he found before him was a spineless whimpering dog by comparison. Slowly, his eyes flickered over to Steven. Arthur studied Steven's disgust in the paintings that Arthur had hung on the wall.
"I am Arthur Rotheram, and I am apparently your roommate, human named Steven. Tell me, do you feel safe in this room?" His blood red eyes watched his expression hungrily. "These paintings, they are to your liking, yes? No, you both hate them. They are the subject of violent murders. Now, why would I hang such things on the wall in full view of everyone who would come to visit?" Arthur glided across the room, his fangs sparkling in the light. He stopped to look out of the window.
"The answer is simple," he replied to his own question, "These are paintings of my enemies. Foes that I butchered with these hands. After I killed them, I burned them to cinders and used their ashes to create these masterpieces you see before you now. This may be hard to comprehend at this time, human named Steven, but the enemies I have are ones that do not die so easily. These paintings are here so I can keep an eye on them. Do you have enemies, human named Steven?" Arthur's unsettling gaze fell upon Liam once more. I know you can hear me, Blir. Unless the legends of your powerful mental capabilities are exaggerated. You wish to kill this human, don't you? You hear his blood pulsing in his veins, yes? Go ahead, indulge in your baser instincts, and devour the human. We share the same desires. I won't stand in your way... Arthur smiled at Steven, feigning innocence.