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Scratching his cheek idly, he wasn't really paying attention. "Oh well...while that's probably true, what I really hate is having my property damaged, even if its me doing the damage." He put one hand in his pocket and closed his eyes, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. "Don't get me wrong. You're my valuable property too, so just get upstairs without being a hassle. I'm sure you'll learn to like it." Then he opened his eyes and lifted her hands by hooking the chains on her cuffs with a single finger and lifting them. "We'll keep these on for tonight, like I said, but maybe I'll let you take them off with good behavior." Stepping closer under the chains and letting her arms fall around his neck, he stood there near her looking up at her. "And if you haven't caught on to my drift yet, I like strong women, but I like them more when they're chained down to my bed. Now," Slipping his hands around her waist and sliding them over her a** "how about you get your a** upstairs and show this child how to be a man?"

Cross meanwhile closed his eyes and shook his head, flicking his wrists to let go of the frustration. He turned around and looked darkly up at the pair. "Hey, hey, hey...what did I say about my property?" He marched up there behind Ritsuka, took his knife off his belt, rolled up his sleeve and cut his arm to draw blood. "Vampire right? Make sure this doesn't get infected." Holding out his arm towards Ritsuka as he moved around her, and looked at Jillian, before he jerked his head towards the upstairs. "Go, go, I shouldn't have to tell you. Just don't wet yourself because of the scary chick."

((Annnnnd my internet is going to cut off in two minutes. Goodnight girls =_=))

"I told you I like my women chained down." Facing her as well. "This is a give and take relationship, but only in the sense that you give and I take. On the off chance that I do give you something, you can be sure that its only after I've taken something from you in the first place." He shook his hand in front of his face dismissively. "But let's not be difficult towards one another.... I can't help you out of those until you get yourself upstairs." Then he turned around and followed Jillain upstairs, a warm stream of blood dripping down his arm from his self-inflicted wound. "Its very charming the way you view her as a rival by the way. Try to have some dignity and hold yourself back from licking my blood off the floor."

He stopped letting her pass him and checked himself. "I don't smell." Thinking about it for a second. "There was that bum.... Bum funk. ...Sounds pretty nasty." There was a play on words there. Don't think about it too hard though. If Cross thought it was nasty, it was nasty. Marching up the stairs after that, he was of course chasing a**, but he happened to own this a**, so maybe that phrase didn't apply here. "Grand tour time~" Declaring proudly as he came up into the first floor of his home. "Well, kitchen, TV room, a coupla closets...so yeah, first floor is dull. Second floor is where the action's at, but if you're hungry we'll sit down here for a bit. I did promise booze."

Cross didn't mind the spiteful treatment he was getting from Ritsuka so long as nothing besides the door ended up needing repaired. He was busier looking around the apartment than worrying about a vampires b***h fit. "Julie...Jill...Jillian. Yeah that's it. Jillian. Where'd you go?" Strangely enough he was looking under magazines and lifting other small things littered around his apartment, things you wouldn't search under if you were looking for a person. Eventually he made his way to the fridge and instead of checking the lower part, he opened the freezer, and pulled out an ice pick. Turning to consult Ritsuka he made his intention clear when he asked her "Too primitive? I almost feel like a caveman taking a hammer and a pointy stick to a set of cuffs."

"...What makes you think I've got a gun?" A single strike was all it took to bust the cuffs from her wrist after Cross had lined up his tools, and a second freed Ritsuka's other wrist.

With impunity "Obviously I'm a man who likes to do thing with his hands. A gun is so impersonal...." If his present company weren't a vampire, that statement might have left a nasty feeling hanging in the air. "And besides, sometimes the icebox freezes over." That sense that he might be some kind of psychopathic icepick murderer was immediately dispelled with such a mundane statement. "...Aren't we missing someone though?" Cross asked while looking around his own apartment as if it were new to him, searching for Jillian.