The minute that he walked into their room the scent of blood hit him, his eyes instantly landing on the man, easily reading the message. Honestly, if he was not dead already then Elijah would have killed him for being in such a place with his Charlotte. He quickly left, leaving the corpse, not really caring at the moment, and went out to find her. If she wanted to be chased then he would chase her. He knew of the little games she loved to play, and to a certain extent he liked to play them, as well. Of course he preferred his games, but he could fall victim to her on occasion. “I enjoyed his bloody corpse..” He replied with ease, if only for the fact that he enjoyed that the man was dead, though he could feel his possessive side rising to the surface. She always managed to keep him guessing, something that could make one mad after so long. There was always that question of whether she did something or not, something he was sure she enjoyed. The smog got thicker as he got closer and closer to her, that laugh that surely sent shivers down the spine of mere humans, ringing through the air. It was so undeniably Charlotte. While Elijah knew she would know that he was nearby, it was quite impossible to know otherwise, he still tried to keep a certain element of surprise. Within seconds the Old One had her pinned back up against the brick wall, not caring if anyone saw or heard them. “You know better than to have such men in our bed. What kind of game do you believe you are playing with me?” He whispered darkly, his face just mere inches from hers.
Elijah’s reply only served to cause Katerina’s smirk to grow and the wind to shift giving the smog an almost ocean wave illusion. In the distance birds could be heard causing racket and the growling of a few dogs and cats echoed between the stone of a few of the surrounding buildings though the wood of the others drowned it out. “I am positive it would not be hard to find another. You have seen how their eyes wander around me.” She giggled as she mentally replied sensing a rise in his emotions. It was moments later that found her eyeing a man and prostitute about fifteen meters away her having intended to kill them however without warning she has suddenly grabbed, her back slamming into the brick wall and her teeth having bitten her lip harshly, the wound already healing but leaving a crimson coating to her lips and jaw. She watched him, her arms and body pinned and a playful smirk crossed her features as her mouth parted slightly and part of her pinned up hair fell around her shoulders. “You do not tell me what I can and can not do. I am not one of those.. disgusting mortals.” Charlotte retorted, beginning to struggle slightly against his hold determined to not let him win this round so easily and as rolling thunder was heard echoing in the distance she suddenly moved her head forward biting him harshly on the neck as she twisted out of his grip mentally replying to him “that depends on how much you desire me to be yours” and disappeared into the saloon next to them, the saloon itself dark and making no attempt to hide what type of establishment it was. After all they were in a very seedy part of town.