Dulce had been about to walk in when he was caught by Kath'tan and pulled out, the doors slamming shut in his face.
"What are you doing?" The Fiend snarled at him, "Want to get eaten?"
Dulce scratched his hair, "No, but it is my responsibility," He admitted, sheepish, "I summoned him after all."
Kath'tan let go of his coat, staring the Vampire down. What difference was there between this and stepping in front of a blade for him? "Foolish." He gritted out under his breath. "Let the brothel maids deal with it," He kept protesting despite his thoughts. "You have no idea what you're doing."
Dulce didn't back down, "I've been alive for a while," He corrected, his words spoken gently. "I'm not that ignorant. And if I succumb to the aphrodisiac, then I can take a a brothel lady for myself."
His words were met with horror, "Take a prostitute?" Kath'tan repeated in sheer disbelief.
