The awkward thing about vampires sometimes is that they tend not to be able to enter homes until they're verbally allowed in. Unfortunately, Cesare isn't exactly doing very well at acquiring an invitation. He snarls and smacks his hand against the wall next to the doorframe and holds his palm to it, leaning forward towards Eames, chin low, eyes up.
"I've had enough of your games, Eames. I'm ending them. Let me in now."
Well that's no way to talk your way into someone's home, and the dog snarls, snapping his jaws and moving as far forward as it can with Eames' grip on his collar. Whoever he is, this man is not a friend and Boxer doesn't like him and his dumb displays of aggression.
Eames is strongly considering just closing the door in Cesare's face, in fact he starts to do just that before he catches someone across the street looking at them through their curtains and huffs, clenching his jaw because this feels like the stupidest thing he's ever done but he doesn't need a vampire causing a ruckus on his doorstep.
"Get in here," pulling the door open and stepping aside, he murmurs an order to the dog who sits by his feet, but still watches Cesare intently. Still deeply unhappy with him. "If I think for a second you might attack me, I'm putting this entire magazine of wood square in your heart." Something he confirms by holding the gun so a keen eye could see the safety is definitely off.
It's odd being in Eames' home, to see where he relaxes, but Cesare doesn't even consider that. He's too furious, too enraged to think about it.
He scoffs loudly once Eames threatens him.
"That's pretty fucking rich considering that's been your plan this whole time. I have men outside: if you kill me, you won't be able to take a step out of this house again and survive it." Cesare may be in a bit of an angry, misinformed, delusional mess, but he's still sensible. He knows stepping into Eames' home is risky.
"You should deal with your dog," Cesare says as a dimissive aside.
As far as he's concerned, Boxer is the pinnacle of good behaviour right now. Watching Cesare intently as he stays sat, clearly anxious about this stranger but making no noise otherwise. Eames told him not to, and so he won't.
He nudges the door closed and leans against it, no intention to show the man any more of his house than the entryway, regarding the vampire in his home with an annoyed expression. Part of him almost wants to dare Cesare to kill him just for the audacity of it all, but he decides against it. Laughing instead at the accusation.
"Cesare, please," he shakes his head, "if I was planning to kill you, you'd have no idea."
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"I've had enough of your games, Eames. I'm ending them. Let me in now."
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Eames is strongly considering just closing the door in Cesare's face, in fact he starts to do just that before he catches someone across the street looking at them through their curtains and huffs, clenching his jaw because this feels like the stupidest thing he's ever done but he doesn't need a vampire causing a ruckus on his doorstep.
"Get in here," pulling the door open and stepping aside, he murmurs an order to the dog who sits by his feet, but still watches Cesare intently. Still deeply unhappy with him. "If I think for a second you might attack me, I'm putting this entire magazine of wood square in your heart." Something he confirms by holding the gun so a keen eye could see the safety is definitely off.
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He scoffs loudly once Eames threatens him.
"That's pretty fucking rich considering that's been your plan this whole time. I have men outside: if you kill me, you won't be able to take a step out of this house again and survive it." Cesare may be in a bit of an angry, misinformed, delusional mess, but he's still sensible. He knows stepping into Eames' home is risky.
"You should deal with your dog," Cesare says as a dimissive aside.
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He nudges the door closed and leans against it, no intention to show the man any more of his house than the entryway, regarding the vampire in his home with an annoyed expression. Part of him almost wants to dare Cesare to kill him just for the audacity of it all, but he decides against it. Laughing instead at the accusation.
"Cesare, please," he shakes his head, "if I was planning to kill you, you'd have no idea."