"I missed the chance for some royal treatment? Hmph. This place is so unfair," he pouts. He feels he's earned a little of that by now. "I suppose I'm stuck here for the duration, then."

Still, things were slightly less dire than he'd first assumed. Wrathion almost certainly wasn't a vampire. This might not even be any coven's territory.

He'd been cautious so far. He'd only had so many necks close enough to bite, all attached to people capable of defending themselves. And he'd still worried Cazador's rules still kept him bound. But in a town like this? Curiosity and hunger might get the better of him.

"I think I need to take a walk. Clear my head."