Complaisant

Davien stood in front of his father's room as he waited for the old vampire to let them in. Alexander looked ticked off, and Davien couldn't blame him; they had been standing outside for no less than ten minutes. Considering he was the one who called them, it was a little ridiculous.

"Why did he call us here if his plan was to make us wait?" Alexander said what they were all thinking, but only he would be crazy enough to actually say it out loud.

"I don't know, maybe he is busy," Davien said, trying to ease up the tension.

"Of course he is not. He's just doing this because he can."

Davien didn't respond to this. Replying to Alexander would just incite him to make more verbal attacks at their father. He turned to the Dhampir. He had his back to the wall as he waited with his arms folded.