Varten hadn't noticed Kasimir slide up behind him. He hadn't even heard what all he had said about his petticoats, since as he was saying it the man had grabbed Cheshire. The ginger was far too upset about the young man hurting his dearest and closest friend. When Cheshire started to purr, he looked down to find to his surprise an extra hand that was petting the cat. Turning to the gorgeous man standing behind him, Varten said blankly, Pardon me but did you say anything that I might have missed?"

He was definitely enjoying that other's touch however. It was sort of beginning to make him melt. He hadn't felt that way in probably ten years. That would have been the time he was dating the vampire that turned him. It made him feel like he was a 'living' being again. Not that he was something that was despised and hated. Something that was shunned because people found out all to early in his arrival to the town of Farefield, that he was an easy mark for their fears. That they could place blame on him whenever things seemed too creepy. And though they did not know, they still called him a vampire.