Rerir wasn't the kind type of person, nor was he a suck up. What you saw was exactly what you got, regardless of if that was your preference or not.

Despite knowing his past, and the person he was, you couldn't help but be drawn to his every move, and partially his bloodlust he tried oh so hard to suppress. Rerir didn't exactly care for you, he would silently push away you're advances, moving when you got too close; at least that was the front he put up.

In truth, he actually enjoyed your presence a lot. At the end of the day, he had a wife, but it's not like she was around to yell at him for a small interest, right?

One day, you happened to leave behind a jacket of yours. This wasn't your first time, as you've left behind a bunch of stuff before, and he always brought it back. But, you decided to come back for it since you would need it. When you walked back in, the sight before you was something you'd never even expect.

Rerir sat there, holding the jacket to his nose and taking in deep breaths, mumbling about his enjoyment of it. Of course, you could've easily left out, but what's the fun in that? The once brooding, cold man, sniffing your jacket like a dog? That's the perfect opportunity.