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Garret was fuming. Somehow, he’d let himself be convinced to come with the Damned God, and now he was sure that the time for turning back was never. He’d been wined and dined (though really more just dined, as he’d refused to touch anything but water out of sheer suspicion.), and now he was pacing back and forth, tail lashing as he thought about his options. It’d be pretty rude to just up and ******** off now, after the God had gone to all that trouble, and he already had one curse on his head with his health. His options were looking bleaker by the moment, as he waited for the man to come back, and do whatever it was he had in mind. He was sure that whatever it was, it wouldn’t be as pleasant as even the awkward dinner had been despite being on edge the entire time.

So when he thought he heard the door creak open, he drew his gun out of sheer habit and thumbed the safety off, though he kept it by his side with narrowed eyes. “Come in.”

Garret was both relieved that it was just the other man, and also a bit irked at his appearance. The emotions battle each other, until he settled on relief simply because it was lonely in here on his own, and every little sound made him jumpy. "I'm not sure I'd be too much fun to paint, but whatever floats your boat, guess." he consented, putting the gun away after activating the safety again. "Just warnin ya though - I'm none too pretty underneath all the clothes. I'm a soldier - not a pinup model."

Garret sighed, and followed the God wherever he was leading. He was still very conflicted about the entire situation, but at the very least he wasn't being forced to do anything directly. He wasn't sure how to deal with the thought of being surrounded by vampires when he himself wasn't one though - it seemed like a bad idea - one akin to deciding bedding down in a bear cave was a great thing to do.

"I'm still not sure I want to be one of your... loves. I'm kinda the monogamous type, and I'll admit I'm a bit confused as to why you'd want me. If it's just to fill the void you have here, you might find others who are more suitable, really. I'm not usually people's first choice. I'm an a*****e. Plus, I'm not the type to fawn over you,or any God really. So if you're looking for someone to lay on your lap like a kitten, it's not me." he half questioned, half informed the God. He wasn't even sure why he was being so adamant about half refusing - he could tell the guy was depressed and pretty much willing to settle for anyone. "That's not to say we can't be friends, but I think you're forcing this a bit."

If Garret had been on edge before, he was absolutely livid when the man called him a thing not once, but twice, then all but implied that he was, like the rest of his followers supposedly were, 'trash'. He trembled with rage, and narrowed his eyes. "I am not, nor will I ever again be someone's 'thing'" he hissed, voice quiet and full of poisonous fury. He turned on a dime, and stalked back out of the room, making a beeline for the entrance to the damned mansion, wherever it might be. ******** - he'd jump from the window if he had to - it wouldn't be the first time he'd broken a limb. <********' Gods and their shitty holier than thou bullshit." he grumbled to himself, tail lashing as he dashed towards the nearest exit.

Garret skidded to a halt in front of the door that was now being guarded by Zek and his tail puffed up like a bottlebrush as he hissed, "Let me go, you emo ******** or I swear I'll unload the entire clip in your a**. Might not be enough to kill ya, but damn sure it'll hurt."he threatened, tail lashing and teeth bared. "You have no right to keep me here - I ain't one of yours."

He drew the gun again then, and grinned madly. "Go on, git."

Garret was wary, of course. Why make sure to meet him at the only entrance if he didn't intend on stopping him from leaving? He kept his gun out of the holster, and walked outside, ready to use it if given even the slightest hint that he was being prevented for leaving or being tricked.