Eztli gave a bit of a grin, lifting a hand to motion to the hunter that was still there before them, "Help our guest out, Lance, we don't want him to be uncomfortable or anything." He said, remaining where he was, laying in Solair's lap, enjoying using him as a pillow. No reason to get up when they had Lance here to aid them after all.
The hunter gave a visible twitch and it was obvious that he weas trying to refuse the order that he'd been given... but after a moment of struggle with the binding he was moving to do as he was told. The man chewed on his lip to the point of causing it to bleed a litte as he went about the task that was likely beneath one of his rank. At least what rank he'd had before he ended up in Eztli's thrall. Once he'd helped Solair out of his coat he was about to turn away when the panther reached out, grabbing hold of him by the shirt front, and dragged him in closer to the two of them.
"I'm curious, Solair, what do you think of my familiar?" He asked, holding the two nearly face to face, seeing what he could tempt the 'pure' vampire into when he was faced with such a thing. Lance, held in Ez's thrall and his grasp, with his lip bleeding... a temptation for someone like Solair to be sure. So long as he didn't go about mauling Lance the game would continue since Eztli was actually having a great amount of fun teasing the pair of them.
