The vampire stared at him, through him. He's equal parts bored and in credulous. But the emotion fleeting before those dark eyes return to reflecting nothing. Look at Subin as if he's nothing more some some pretty rock Ruvin saw on the ground.

"How could you possibly fathom what I want?" Though Ruvin's grip is like iron, his eyes drop to where they touch, fingers moving subtly over that warm wrist. He can feel Subin's blood racing, hear his heart thudding, the tensing of muscle. Movement humans aren't even aware of are so simple for him to detect.

Then his gaze sharpens, like he finally sees Subin again. "Do not lie to me again."