[Evil Tink]

And that's when Solomon swooped in. He wrapped his arm around Holden's waist manipulating his heart to keep a steady rhythm, "You cannot be present for this. And before you ask why, I will tell you...one; humans cannot tolerate the immense cold that will be occurring, vampires hardly can actually...two; you need to relax, and we shall do that downstairs and three, well..I don't have a third one, but that doesn't matter. You stay in here, you'll freeze to death." Before he could say much else, Mystic spoke.

As Holden helped him up, he continued to stare at the floor, "For a human, you have words sharper than most daggers..." He hair came forward, completely hiding his face from the group. After a moment, he turned around, facing the circle, "Get me a body."

Solomon nodded, looking to Holden, "Where shall we browse?"

Azriel frowned, "Holden..that's highly insulting to a demon..but..then again..this is Mystic we're talking about." She grinned a bit as he flinched again, "Oh, dear, you know I'm just teasing~ I love you and your short fuzzy ears~" She came over, kneeling next to him and trailing her finger along his ear, "Besides, you're power is displayed..elsewhere.." She snickered as he tensed.

Mystic tensed as Azriel came over and mentioned..unspeakable things. His face turned beat red..well..more like a red-violet due to his skin tone. "A-ah..can we just focus on the matter at hand?" He kept his face low, purring a bit as she stroked his ear.