[Liethell]

Harold also looks as if he has the pent up anger issues to do it too. He pushes himself off the car and grinds his teeth on the cigarette in anger. Liet seems to either not notice, not care, or his blindness is kicking in. He waves at him, and Harold answers with a rough and rocky voice,
"What're you doin', bringing home another stray or is this one of your clients?"
"He's just a stray Harold. Meet Vincent" And Harold only gives him a deadly sort of glare to respond to while Liet ushers the younger man into the car.