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06:08 PM

"And cages they are." Vlad nodded once, a very distinct action that showed his agreement. It was rare for him to agree with anyone, but he was in a good mood. That, and since the woman was outside his room, he didn't seem particularly interested in being too threatening.

Both brows rose as the door opened. Was this new agent really so foolish? Entering a criminal's domain without permission? He wasn't sure if they needed it, but the criminal certainly wasn't used to random visitors. Or visitors in general.

The moment Artemis stepped into the room, a wave of cool air washed over her. The glow of the candles might have made the room look warm, but the air conditioning may have been on full blast. Soft music continued playing. Though it usually kept Vlad calm, his threat level rose exponentially.

He actually had to turn his gaze from her to keep his anger from showing. Vlad moved across the room, keeping an obvious distance between them. The broad-shouldered male looked distinctly unhappy with Artemis' presence, but did an excellent job of keeping his body language as languid as ever. He ignored the large white stag as best he could.

"I rather preferred the glass." Vlad's tone was harsh, and he turned his back to Artemis, facing the cityscape once again. Obviously, his comment about appreciating company didn't include when he enjoyed it.

Vlad didn't appear to be listening as the agent spoke of her motives. Her interests didn't seem to interest him, and neither did he seem inclined to participate in her little walk of wisdom. "If you want to learn about a criminal," his gaze returned to Artemis as he spoke, "read the files. They say everything you could possibly want to know." The feral look in his eyes told Artemis that Vlad obviously didn't believe that.

"A word of advice." Vlad turned to face Artemis, his eyes glowing with the use of his Purium. He seemed ready to strike, though knew it was suicide to do so. "Don't wander the halls looking to appease your curiosity." It took all of his effort not to lash out at the agent then and there. "I'm not here to carry on pleasant conversations with people like you."

There was a dangerous leap in his threat level. Vladimir closed his eyes, turning to face the city streets once again. He was barely keeping himself at the threshold. He needed to be careful - but he never was particularly good at that.

In an effort to deter his sudden anger, the male motioned toward the books that sat on the table by his chair. "Criminal Psychology," he said, moving to lift one of the books. "And an interesting, if not inaccurate, version of ancient Western history." Vlad let out a slow breath, struggling to keep himself calm.

"I'm convinced they studied the subjects here to write this." Setting the psychology book down, Vlad clenched his fist to keep his hand from shaking. Still, he didn't ask Artemis to leave. "It's quite accurate."