A soft chuckle rumbled from Dracula's lips, his head nodding ever so slightly in tacit approval, not bothering to defend his brother because he believes that Merlin deserves the insult.
"Come." He mumbled, leading Lilith towards where he had packed his car.
Lilith trailed after him, and as she approached the car, she smiled warmly at Dracula. "That young man had the same car as you," Lilith blurted, her face flushed with embarrassment. "I mistook his car for yours." Her words tumbled out in a rush, the admission of her error a mix of shame and vulnerability.
Currently, she was standing right in front of the black Ford car of Dracula, and a while ago, the car that Merlin was seated in was also a black Ford car that looked identical.
Lilith got seated inside the car, while Dracula also sat down in the driver's seat.
"How was your day at work?" Dracula murmured, his voice a seductive whisper as he leaned in, his face mere inches from Lilith's.
