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"I'm grateful you have so much faith in me, it's so sweet, Padraig," he retorted sarcastically, this time not bothering to hide the roll of his eyes. Once he was certain that leaving for some space was the best way to proceed, he left the bedroom with little more than a murmur in goodbye. He didn't want to wander about the house all by himself when the temptation to feed from one of the humans seeping inside it was as big as it was, but he was too stubborn to return to Pat, whimpering and pleading for forgiveness. He didn't think he needed to apologise for much and, equally, he at least wanted to prove that he could manage; that he didn't need his boyfriend holding his hand every step of the way through the rest of the transformation process.
By the time morning arrived, he was one of the last to appear at the breakfast table. He knew the importance of dining together at every meal was something his mother believed in, so while he much preferred to avoid having food thrust in front of him and urged to eat every ounce of it, he turned up and took his seat nonetheless. The fact he had gone the entire night not hurting anyone (other than Isabella's cat) was something he had immense pride over, and he couldn't help but smugly smile to himself as he rested his hands on the table, either side of the plate.
August was the next (and last) to appear at the table, taking in the sight of the sisters and the mother he had yet to meet, nodding as politely as he could as he found a seat besides Pat. He was fully aware of the eyes following him, but he also knew that he would get that attention when he opted to wear a lace nightgown; one he had taken from a young woman back in London he often slept with. Just because he knew the reaction wearing it would get didn't mean he wasn't going to wear it - he wanted to, and that was the only thing that mattered.
"...I had a wonderful sleep, it was really refreshing. The country is so peaceful," he began as he adjusted the rings on his fingers, smiling despite the noticeable distance between the other vampires. He knew the argument that had taken place, but he was smart enough not to call them out on it - at least not right now. "You are a wonderful host, Forrest. I haven't felt so welcome at a guest's home before. I'll be sure to sing your praises to my friends in London."
By the time morning arrived, he was one of the last to appear at the breakfast table. He knew the importance of dining together at every meal was something his mother believed in, so while he much preferred to avoid having food thrust in front of him and urged to eat every ounce of it, he turned up and took his seat nonetheless. The fact he had gone the entire night not hurting anyone (other than Isabella's cat) was something he had immense pride over, and he couldn't help but smugly smile to himself as he rested his hands on the table, either side of the plate.
August was the next (and last) to appear at the table, taking in the sight of the sisters and the mother he had yet to meet, nodding as politely as he could as he found a seat besides Pat. He was fully aware of the eyes following him, but he also knew that he would get that attention when he opted to wear a lace nightgown; one he had taken from a young woman back in London he often slept with. Just because he knew the reaction wearing it would get didn't mean he wasn't going to wear it - he wanted to, and that was the only thing that mattered.
"...I had a wonderful sleep, it was really refreshing. The country is so peaceful," he began as he adjusted the rings on his fingers, smiling despite the noticeable distance between the other vampires. He knew the argument that had taken place, but he was smart enough not to call them out on it - at least not right now. "You are a wonderful host, Forrest. I haven't felt so welcome at a guest's home before. I'll be sure to sing your praises to my friends in London."