The door of the room opened to reveal a woman with sandy blonde hair, her expression coming to be blank as she stared at him.
"Good evening, Sylvia," Elliot greeted before he invited himself into the room, pushing the door and not bothering to close it.
"What are you doing here?" Sylvia was busy getting the bath ready, having the water running in the tub and the clothes she had pulled out to wear before getting into bed. Elliot's eyes picked on it before turning himself to face her.
"I heard you were hurt," his eyes quickly scanned her from the top before his eyes finally settled on her arm which looked like there was a deep claw mark, "Your skills have turned rusty."
Sylvia didn't bother to answer Elliot's question. The man had the habit to poke his nose where it was not necessary. With her little time in the Delcrov's mansion, she had studied the red-haired vampire well. Well enough to know and understand that he was not who he showed.
