[ Such did not escape Essek's notice when it came to Bren. He noticed the feral growl that curled at the very edge of acceptable in public, the harsh way that he stared at those who approached, mainly of wolf lineage. And Essek knew that much of it was not on a level that was licentious; there was hatred as wolves and vampires were supposed to be natural enemies. For a were to take a vampire as a mate therefore was simply not done; so he felt protected in those arms.

But just as much, Essek was protective of Bren.

The other man thought that he could keep all the wolves at bay, but Essek was practical to know that perhaps Bren alone against them may not ensure survival. Survival that was very important to him because he wanted the two of them to survive together. In which way he would help the other man and thus he pressed a soft kiss to that brow, tasting the purr in the air. ]

I know you will be good for me. [ He glanced up and around, the darkened room and the lights that strobed, and noises that filtered throughout this club. His fingers found the soft strands of hair. ] Now, I am never a fan of too many crowds so if you wish, we may return to the house? I believe our message has been sent to the recipient we wished for it to be sent; Trent Ikithon knows that we both know what he did and that he will pay for it.

[ And to clarify his previous words. ] Shall we return home?

[ To Widogast Manor, to their world. ]