Why is an esteemed vampire like Kanik in a mortal's cramped dwelling? It's a good question, isn't it?

A humiliating one, too.

No, the why of his predicament is a matter far too embarrassing to revisit. It's a stain upon his pure-blood pedigree that he'd sooner erase than explain.Groaning, Kanik sinks deeper into the pathetic excuse for a couch. Perhaps he should just sleep. It's the perfect time of day for it, after all. If anything, the human at least has decent taste in blackout curtains.

Killing the human is honestly the simplest solution, really. Clean. Effective. He could go back to his lovely mansion and forget all about this! Too bad the rules of the bond prevent that. How vexing.

Except...

A creak at the door. The scrape of footwear on wooden flooring. Kanik's eyes narrow at the doorway, but he doesn't bother sitting up yet.

When he finally sees you, you just waves a hand in the air saying,

"Tell me you at least brought back some poison from the town alchemist. Staying here with you is so boring. I need some...enrichment activities."