Nocturne laughed, his mood swinging back and away from the doom and gloom that had threatened to ruin his night. He gave his head a little shake and sipped his drink. “If I wanted your number, I would have left with it that night. Not to mention you already had your chance to study me up close.” He’d had a couple of chances if Nocturne recalled the night correctly. Honestly, from what he did remember, Nocturne was glad he got out alive and was able to keep his wits sharp and snark sharper. It did make him come to the conclusion that he didn’t want to be nibbled on again and that master vampires had an excellent private stock of liquor. He still had the bottle he’d taken when he left, doing his best to spread it out and savour a small drink when he wanted to be a fancy fuck again.
It wasn’t that he no longer found Jasper attractive but Nocturne hadn’t decided if he wanted to tango with a vampire again—especially one he didn’t know the motivation for. Not that vampires ever gave away their motivations and intentions but it was hard to tell if Jasper was being casual or was looking for a way to lure him into Rafe’s clutches again. His fingers played with the lid of his drink as he continued to stare at Jasper, taking his measure. He wasn’t worried about the vampire seeing his name on the cup since he not only continued to use his Tigger nickname but also always aligned the lid so his name was towards him.
“Anyway, I have my doubts about your self-control,” Nocturne decided to continue with the trading of jabs since that was safe and comfortable ground for him, even when the other person had the high possibility of destroying him in a blink of the eye. “I’d get you all hot and bothered again and you would give in to the need for more and bite me.” And then he’d be left in a sorry state and without a master vampire to come swooping in and fix everything this time. The baby vampire might not have training wheels anymore, but Nocturne suspected Jasper could still crash and burn on occasion.
It wasn’t that he no longer found Jasper attractive but Nocturne hadn’t decided if he wanted to tango with a vampire again—especially one he didn’t know the motivation for. Not that vampires ever gave away their motivations and intentions but it was hard to tell if Jasper was being casual or was looking for a way to lure him into Rafe’s clutches again. His fingers played with the lid of his drink as he continued to stare at Jasper, taking his measure. He wasn’t worried about the vampire seeing his name on the cup since he not only continued to use his Tigger nickname but also always aligned the lid so his name was towards him.
“Anyway, I have my doubts about your self-control,” Nocturne decided to continue with the trading of jabs since that was safe and comfortable ground for him, even when the other person had the high possibility of destroying him in a blink of the eye. “I’d get you all hot and bothered again and you would give in to the need for more and bite me.” And then he’d be left in a sorry state and without a master vampire to come swooping in and fix everything this time. The baby vampire might not have training wheels anymore, but Nocturne suspected Jasper could still crash and burn on occasion.
