Silas

Chapter 7

Silas jumps off my lap and runs off again just as I had convinced myself tonight may turn out more interesting than I expected. He always seems to have something else on his mind just when I think I am following his train of thought.

My suspicions are confirmed as I sense him arguing with Dante just down the hall. Ugh, I loathe entertaining company I didn't invite over.

"So, Lord Sebastian, right?" I nod my head unenthusiastically at one of the girls I called over this evening. "Are you like gay or what?"

"No, I am not." Why does everyone assume that I am homosexual because I enjoy Silas's affections. It really is none of their business but I can comprehend her elementary train of thought. I am not homosexual, in fact I really don't care for the male form. However, Silas has stolen my heart over the years. He was there for me when no one else was. In fact, he is the only one who hasn't used or abandon me throughout my entire life.

"So are you like bi or something?" The broad with the ponytail continues talking despite my lack of interest.

"Or something, I suppose." From her language I assume this wasn't necessarily an option but was the closest to proper answer I could conceive. I want to charm her into my arms, to taste her blood. Unfortunately my kind seldom has any other desire than sustenance and political pressure to contend our thoughts, now as ever. Lord Davenmore is patiently awaiting Silas's return and it would be quite discourteous to satisfy my desire rather than delay the conversation until such time.

"So do you like girls too?" Please, God, let something of interest come forth.

"Yes. I very much enjoy female company." I often find shorter, more direct, language to behove such unwelcome conversation.

"Do you like me?" Not really, I think to myself, I find you petty and nieve. Nothing but your pulse keeps you in my interest, but I suppose that would qualify as a reason to 'like' someone, no?

"How could I not?" I choose to approach the topic with as little ambivalence as possible.

"What do you like about me?" She forages for clarification that, I'm certain, would not please her. As she speaks she sits in my lap as if I were a patron of a brothel.

"Your beauty and ignorance my dear," does that count as a compliment? I begrudgingly wrap my arm around her waist.

"Ignorance!? Do you think I'm stupid?" Yes, yes I do. You have no idea that the lap you have chosen to be situated is one belonging to someone who considers you little more than their next meal. I also think you care nothing of worldly matters other than the loss of your cellular wifi signal.

"On the contrary, sweetheart, I only refer to your ignorance in not knowing how gratifying your future should be if you were to accompany myself to somewhere more private." I lie; I detest lying so boldly to anyone. I cherish my honesty but feel I have been backed into a corner with this one.

"So formal! Is that because you are a lord? What is a lord? Were you like, knighted by royalty or something?" Lord Davenmore covers his amusement by turning the corner to the adjoining room. I sigh as innocently as possible given her uncultured education.

"My 'Lord' title is one of hereditary grant. The honorary titles appointed by knighthood to the Queen are either Sir or Dame, depending on gender, of course. My personal lineage traces back to the French Ventadore, long thought to have perished without an heir." As I read her features I realize she has no idea what I'm conveying and hasn't a care. Why do I digress my intellect on such obtuse minds? How can I help but to feel superior to her kind? I decide changing the topic would be the most respectful choice, given the circumstance that Silas is now otherwise engaged upstairs. His distractions are infuriating. How dare he leave me to contend with these simpletons after his exhort of their inclusion this evening. Should I send them on their way or find another means of their... dismissal? I am coveting a filling meal. It does not lend to my affirmation that Lord Davenmore thirsts as well when he has taken leave.