Not knowing what else to do, you begin to cry. "Oh god, you're really going to kill me aren't you? I didn't do anything…I just wanted to get in some air conditioning, I didn't mean to uncover a big nest of vampires."

Lacroix sighs and hands you a silk handkerchief.

"Thank you." You mumble, turning your best puppy dog eyes on him.

"I'm not going to hurt you," He tells you sternly, rising up from the couch to stand before you.

You smile slightly.
 

"Not like the good old days," You hear him mutter under his breath, you wisely decide to pretend you didn't hear him. "Listen to me," He orders you, "You will not come to the Raven again."  You nod, wide eyed.  "Unless -I- contact you to tell you, you may," He continues.

You start wringing his hankie in your hands, you don't like the sound of this.

He reaches down and puts one pale finger under your jaw, tilting your head up. "Know this, you…owe…me."

And with that, he's gone.

You look down at the lump of mutilated silk in your lap and burst into tears again.