[Duce]

...Kill him. He was going to kill him. Did vampire taste like corpses, or beef jerky? Alright so he knew that the bastard tasted like, but the seething hatred in the thought fit the situation. ...Sort of.

"Yea, My choice." He couldn't have handled himself better- even though his cheeks were running rampant with red at the statements. The touch across his cheek. What WAS he supposed to think? He really wanted to grin stupidly and skip away like a girl with presents; or take a shocked step back like those goofy bottoms on anime.

Instead, he stood there staring at his fist full of cash for a few seconds with a dull look on his face, then glanced up from under his eyebrows with such a sly little grin on his face that you couldn't have made a link between him and the person who had been standing there before. "Compromise."

And then it was like watching someone grab everything they needed for a mad experiment. He ran- well, quickly dashed from place to place around the store, going here, there, even leaving at one point to go across the street to another more...respectable? Looking place before dashing back in. It wasn't until he had a whole pile of brightly colored crap that didn't seem to match at all that he finally shoved his way into a dressing room.

Only to come out looking like business slut meets The Don at a toxic spill. High heeled pinstripe pumps met filigree day-glo green stockings, riding their way up into a short black mini skirt. A silky as hell purple button up shirt found it's way into the waist of that, with a white waist cincher underneath what looked like a pinstripe coat with tails; a bright green fedora sporting a black band sat atop all that, and the grin on his face was just daring the blood sucking rat bastard to question him. He liked unusual. He -could- dress sensibly, if he really had to. But damnit, who liked to make sense? Besides; he had on a thong. Couldn't go wrong with any outfit calling for a thong and short anything.

"Complaints are to be submitted in writing." He said very pointedly, wishing for two seconds that he hadn't ditched his reading glasses years back. A cool side adjustment right there would have been damned dramatic. Plus he was three inches taller. Bonus~