Mazzarin didn't know what to do. This had to have been the first time someone had simply walked out on him. Stuff like that did not happen. He was determined to get something out of this whole affair, so he waited for Preston to come back down stairs. Which wasn't until later that night. Mazzarin followed Preston up the stairs, making sure to stay quiet so that he wouldn't be noticed.
He waited outside the door to Preston's room for a moment, watching to see what he'd do. When Preston just walked over to the window and looked outside, Mazzarin walked into the middle of the room. He raised his right hand up in the hair and clenched his hand into a fist, causing the doors and drawers in the room to slam open and shut for a couple of seconds before letting it all rest and an eerie silence took its place. "I am not leaving until someone, does something they should have done a while ago." Mazzarin let his hand fall down to his side, "I am hungry, and it is not polite to invite someone to your house, and ignore them the entire time they're there."
