Kath'tan whipped around at the Vampire's words, staring at Asael. "Don't give it to him." He grumbled, knowing that his words would fall on deaf ears.
No one had hindered him when he had lured Dulce into getting drunk and Ruoxi hadn't interfered in Asael's foul play with his shadows. But he was still disgruntled, jealously pricking at his heart.
Asael pretended not to hear him, placing down the emptied jar of wine in his hand. He generously procured the ball of shadows once more, the darkness yet to dissipate from his eyes.
Kath'tan ground his jaw and said nothing more, his dark red hair was in a half knot, less inclined to bind it up after spending time with his mother. He stubbornly remained seated even after Dulce's request was granted.
Asael shrugged off his overcoat and took one of the last few jars of wine, paying little attention to Dulce.
