"Get your own damn drink. >:U" Calyx nodded obediently, exiting the room to the kitchen.
The inspector walked in and invited himself onto the couch, crossing his legs like he usually did. Looking over to the slave, he offered, "Get us something, too, slave." he hoped she'd have atleast a bit of common sense, why should he tell her what he wanted? He was a vampire. He required blood, so he expected her to get a fresh glass of it.
His comment made Calyx sick, fists balling up in anger. She was not a waitress, how did they expect her to carry three things? And what did they want, anyway? She grew nervous, biting her lip. What if she screwed up, like spilled something or get something that they didn't want? She ended up just getting them all each a glass of water on a convenient tray she had found.


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