Laughing, Beregond lets himself be pulled along. "I'm coming!" Beregond begins to wonder if Russell's gone through a transfer/improvement too, he's a lot more fun than he used to be.

In truth, Beregond's a little put off by Russell's willingness. Beregond was denied the chase, the indignant anger, the nervous flustering Russell showed so well back at the diner the other day. Well, the night was young, and Beregond was certain he could push Russell past his comfort zones soon enough. The thought of this gave Beregond that nice chill across his shoulders he craved. Yes, this could be a promising evening after all.