Quinn

Woman, Quinn was certain, could not be trusted in any kind of store regardless of how certain one was of the items they had come to procure- a woman would manage to find several others that she had conveniently 'forgotten' they required until she had managed to spot them within the store itself. The vampire's request for his daughter to hold that trolley 'just there' was met with a ready compliance and yet, that very position afforded his dear Morgan an even better view of that patio furniture on the shelf above. The pale-haired girl was quick to suggest that her Mother (and undoubtedly herself) would surely adore several of those chairs within the far higher price range.

"I wish you would not fill your Mother's head with ideas, darling."

It was, Quinn suspected, far too late to prevent Leila already having seen the more expensive chairs and yet surely she did not need Morgan's encouragement on the matter. It was quite in that moment that Leila chose to reappear with a worker of her choosing in tow. The young man, like so many before him, had been unable to resist Leila's effortless charm. It was, Quinn had decided, a truly admirable quality of the Fae species. The vast majority seemed to possess a near flawless, endearing demeanor regardless of their true intentions. It was, he suspected, a natural adaptation of the species that seemed particularly prominent in those who had been born before the turn of the century. Such a thing to ponder. The manner of evolution and all its obscurities. Yet, ah, perhaps his mind was better focused upon the task at hand. Morgan's near whispered insistence that Leila could surely have convinced that hapless store boy to build that furniture for them prompted a simper of amusement to Quinn's own features. How very right he was sure his daughter was. Now, however, was his time to shine within that veritable game as he allowed a warm and welcoming grin to find his own features, soothing any discontent within the boy at the sight of him. Quinn was quick to gesture to the chair above them, one that would require the fellow to mount the nearby step stool to reach. The vampire insisting his last tour of Vietnam had insured his back was in no state to be climbing the notorious and rigorous heights of step stools.

The young fellow, perhaps misled by some sense of duty or the ever-baffling American pride, was quick to insist there was a discount for veterans before climbing onto that stool to reach for the boxed chair. His back precariously facing the family. Oh, how easy it was. A flicker of speed and no more. Quinton's hand so easily seized the back of the boy's neck, a twist and snap of bone followed within the same breath before his body tumbled backward and into that perfectly placed cart Morgan held. A bloodless, painless death. The ultimate kindness really. How fortunate that boy truly was. Satisfied with his work Quinn moved to peel off the barcode of the nearest box- only to unceremoniously place it across the dead boy's forehead with the insistence it was surely a two for one deal. The vampire endlessly amused at his own humor as it dared to poke beneath the facade of a gentleman he played so eternally well. Morgan's laughter passed softly between her lips. His daughter, it seemed, was not as immune to his humor as she liked to pretend- her head hanging in mock shame- only to insist it was such a good deal the product was flying off the shelves. How very proud Quinn was inclined to be of his child at that moment. The elder vampire afforded her a grin of clear satisfaction at her joke before she lent closer to better inspect their purchase. Leila, meanwhile, moved smoothly back toward them, her hands coming to rest upon Quinn's chest. That very action alone prompted the man to shift ever so slightly closer. Leila's scent was so decidedly...alluring. A good meal, a good woman....what more could he desire from tonight and yet- ah, he had once more forgotten of a woman's desire to shop as leila near teasingly suggested she required something more of Morgan and himself.

Leila lent upward then, her words a whisper to his ear and yet oh, how her warm breath betrayed no intimate secrets. Indeed, it seemed she possessed a whispered desire....for the chairs. A sigh of resigned defeat was quick to pass the vampire's lips, his efforts to reach for his wife met with the light dance of her feet as she slid out of reach. The chairs. Of course she wanted the chairs. That near teasing grin on her lips met with a faint eye roll of his own as his gaze turned upward to eye that selection and Leila afforded Morgan with sufficient praise for her efforts in securing that trolley. Before insisting Quinn was required to build that chair as well. The vampire's bright gaze turned to eye his wife once more.

"My, we are demanding tonight aren't we, dear."

One eye rose upward as he eyed his wife, only for the woman to insist Morgan better help him while she busied herself with other tasks. The pair commanded to 'be quick' before Leila moved to glide away once more. Her feminine figure as alluring as it had always been as she strode determinedly down another aisle. Quinn's gaze, in turn, returned to his daughter.

"I suspect we best not disappoint your mother tonight, hmm? I will get the chair, hold on."

The vampire reached easily upward, that step stool entirely ignored and vastly un-needed, only to select the boxed chair Leila desired before bringing it down to the floor. That cardboard lid was easily opened- the contents slid out and onto the floor only for a mess of...poles and cushions and labeled screws and bolts to tumble out alone with the pictured instructions that so helpfully insisted part 1A was best screwed into part 2E. Quinn, so momentarily eyed that deconstructed chair before abruptly reaching for the body within the shopping cart instead.

"Morgan, I think it best if you handle the chair. A young lady should not have to deal with a body."

Ah, yes. A young lady was far better putting together an overly complex chair while Quinn merely dealt with putting a man in a box. An equal sharing of roles he was certain.