Sebastian woke up to a bucket of cold water.
He was in a bathtub and tied up with mana socked ropes. The grave expression on Robert's face gave him a hint about what was to come, but he just couldn't help himself.
"Where are the roses? The candles? Honey, I am disappointed," another cold-water bucket to the face was his answer. He coughed and spat some of the water that got in his mouth. "You can damage the meat sack this way, precious. Daniel here is a vampire now, remember?"
Edwin was mid-throw of another bucket when he stopped himself. Vampires couldn't drink water, just blood. Was it really damaging?
He set the bucket down and began to pace.
"You are as insufferable as Daniel. No, you are even worse. He knows when to stop," Sebastian faked an amused grin at this and received a death glare.
Ok, he was having fun now.