Anger was on the air, chased by a ribbon of anxiety. Wolfram stared down at the vampire and after a beat of silence, quick calculation of whether or not he was supposed to respect that this was merely business or to share, he crouched enough that they were eye to eye. "I have thought long and hard on this. Before you explained what the marks were, I was led to believe that it was slavery and that I would lose part of my will, be used as a puppet by you. I came all the same. I do understand that this is permanent, and we would be like one being in two bodies. I still think that it is worth the trouble." Neither his words nor his tone betrayed the small hint of doubt that was, of course, still there. But Wolfram wasn't lying and what he said was true––he had come to this house, had he not? "I asked you last night what you would have of me in return since you found me unsatisfactory, and I'll ask you again - what do you want in return, vampire?"
It was somewhat amusing to find that Tao was agitated by what the night might hold for them. There was no real humour to it, just a quiet irony of how human the vampire was acting despite his repeated scorn of the humanity of vampires. Wolfram had a bland half-smile upon his lips when he nodded, "I think we both need a drink." Or three. He thought on it for a second, but the answer was automatic, anyway. "I'd prefer that the marks be hidden."