I sit at the counter as I watch my pet work, his shoulders slightly broad as he's light on his feet, cooking. So this is what a panther is like? I think as I see his ears twitch and his tail sways slowly.

"What's it like? Being a panther?" I ask. He shrugs as he cooks, "I'm not sure really. What's it like being a vampire?" he asks back. I hum, "Alright I guess, I'm surprised that you're cooking," I state, watching him.

he tilts his head, "Well, I can't question you," he says as he plates the food and cleans around the plate.

"Aren't you worried?" I ask, tilting my head.

"About what?" he asks back, looking at me before washing his hands in the sink.

"Me....you know....drinking your blood?" I ask. He scoffs, "Not likely, I'd smack you first," he says as he wipes his hands off. I raise an eyebrow, "Oh really?" he nods, "Yessir, I don't think you'd want pretty words, Sir," he states and I hum, "You're right," I say as I look at the food and pick up the plate, "Thank you,"

"It's my duty Sir," he says, nodding and I chuckle, bringing the plate with me to my room where I have my black cat and I set the plate down. Amelia sniffs the plate before licking then biting into the meat.

I lick my lips and shake my head, going over to my dresser and pulling out a blood bag, feeling the hunger creeping up and I take off the top, drinking from it.

My eyes turn red as I drink and I sit at the edge of my bed, my eyes closing. I finish the bag and lick my lips slowly as I sigh. I look around, seeing it's been only 3 minutes and I head out my room. 

I look around, seeing Dylon cleaning, humming softly. I raise an eyebrow and watch him, only from him to stop and look at me; staring at me. I stare at him until he looks away, cleaning more.

I shake my head and move around him, "Shower after you're done,"

"Yes M*ster," he says softly as I pass, making my smirk.