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Khayman looked up from the book he was curled around, staring intently at the one that had intruded on his self-enforced solitude. “I don’t suppose you were ever taught to knock.” He raised his book, showing that it was the one on Armand.
"I heard you." Armand murmured. It was true, he had heard Khayman’s mind so strongly tonight when he had simply been wandering for blood to quench his palette. Khayman. The Ancient he had only come to know when the world was to end, the Ancient who smiled and pried for his attention. He had it now.
"Did you?" Khayman hadn't realized. Troubling. "You still should have knocked." It wasn't... quite... his home after all, but Santiago's... Even if it did feel so comfortable, as if places were just as much tailored to him and his own interests as they were Santi's. "But you have just destroyed a door with an axe, so I suppose I should be grateful that you didn't. I would have hated to explain to Santi what happened to the door." He gestured with the book again, indicating the portion that he was at on his second read through.
"Sit down, please. I have a feeling that we have much to talk about."