Rodney smiked at her nod as he said, "She means well. She only wants to help you guys." His attention then deviated from her to her eyes. She was staring at something, but what could it be? He stared back at her for a moment, her eyes weren't on his, they were lower. Something had her attention, but- Oh, right, his tattoo.

"What this distracting you?" He asked as he turned his head the left enough to reveal the black ink. "It's a family tattoo," he told her, which wasn't really a lie. He just hadn't told her the meaning behind it. He shut the door, though he could still feel his sister's anger and tension. He did it because of the cool breeze that was coming into the building. While it didn't effect him in the least, he thought that Shelly may have been getting cold, either that or the first floor RA was going to come and chew him out.

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Mentally Eleanor smirked at what she had done. The amusment of it playing in her eyes. She drew blood, he was hurt, but now, now he was acting submissive. She knew vampire code and she knew that when one, even a werewolf, has become submissive that you are no longer to attack. Rather she sat down and stared at the wof.

Rodney was worried, she could feel that and she was going to await his arrival. Where as Eleanor tended to killer werewolves on the spot, it was Rodney who would talk her out of it. It wasn't so much that she wanted to be talked out of it, but rather that he just had a way with words. That, and him being the vampire between them, had more power than she. It was almost like she was still just a pet to her father and brother, but she usually got the outcome that she wanted in the end.