Kyle leans back as much as his chair will allow, hovering precariously on its two rear legs. It makes hearing her a little more difficult, but it feeds his current need for immaturity and petulance. He shrugs at her dismissal of his compliment, then flashes a light grin as she mentions his absence. A vampire was worried about him. It almost makes him laugh.

"Had to see a man about a springbok." It's total bullshit, of course. "But I'm back now. How's the Nest?"