"Do it." She encouraged darkly, that coaxing demand needling through those very words. "I look forward to hear what happens.. When it's done, send her to me. Her lips are loose when it comes to her conquests, I want to hear it first." There was something smug in her voice, sadistically so as she planned to toy with her progeny. She was certain the boy could use another lesson or several. Or was it more of some sadistic sort of scientific experiment? Cobain was an endless source of disrespect, either the outcome of being beaten by yet another vampire or broken in.... it would have served him well. The two vampires made their way to their delightful pair at the bar. Tetradore and Cobain existing within terribly close proximity of one another. But with the four of them there, that tension amplified. Fortunately for the two elder vampires, they so thrived in that toxic playground.

Risque idly brought that ordered crimson drink to her lips, that sickly sweet substance assaulting the tip of her tongue that was soon met with a sharp afterbite she seemed to appreciate. Darcy seemed quick to seize upon Tetradore, those two quick to begin that game of vocal lashings, both men only seeming to agitate the other. Risque's attention fluttering toward the engaged pair, those tempers beginning to flare in that display of male bravado. Tetradore's vehement growl escaping his throat, the sound so akin to the panther that dwelled beneath the surface of his caramel flesh. "Temper.. temper.." She purred, her voice silken smooth yet laced with cautionary barbs. Yet she is truly curious if their engagement would result into blows. The strain between both men obviously rising.

Risque then so easily comments on that very crankiness both boys. She expected it from her grumpy feline pet, but Cobain had over a decade to know better, she expected more from him and he failed her... every time. She created him after all, that very disappointment encroaching upon her then and provoking such a feeling never boded well. It resulted in his goading, to start, the woman's sights set upon him, seeking to press those very buttons that much more. Simply because she could, and because he irritated her. How Risque moves with a practiced deftness to coax Cobain to lash out, to play with the exposed tattered frays she revealed. She all but collapses herself gracefully upon his lap, using him as her makeshift chair, enjoying the contents of her drink how she saw fit. The she-devil shifts within his lap tormenting, simply to get herself comfortable upon her new perch. Although he so loathed her touch, he seemed to make a rather good chair.. a little bony to her liking but it would suffice. He hardly moved at all, like a good chair should.

Darcy's ever-growing volatile attention snagged in her rouse to make Cobain suffer. Risque's baiting question uttered to Cobain, before her calculating gaze met Darcy's own. That look in his eyes entirely potent with that utter outrage, fueled only by those territorial urges that seek to possess her. How she plucks at those strings of jealousy, knowing the beast she tormented with. She toyed with a bomb, a temperamental one that was bound to explode.

That soft growl could not be tamed in Darcy's throat as he simply abandoned Tetradore to take up a spot at her progeny's back. It would seem she now has not two, but three grumpy boys now. Cobain now, conveniently sandwiched between the two volatile creatures in a game of sorts. One Risque so enjoyed playing. Instead of simply giving into that quickened fuse, her lover promptly joined in on that toying. That uncomfortable grip at the progeny's neck serving as a warning to mind himself, or perhaps too remind him just what Darcy planned to do to him should he answer incorrectly. His southern accent echoing her very question, a malicious threat laced within each and every word. One there was no right answer to. Not between that twisted evil game she plays. It was purely up to Cobain who he took that punishment from.

Her cool apathetic eyes, meet Cobain's ruby stare. "Well? I am afraid you test my patience and I am quickly getting bored..." She prompts a response, how they all knew how Risque remedied feeling bored and it was usually a sadistic game of her own making. Cobain's gaze looking toward Darcy before his attentions fell back upon her, his maker. How dare he look to another as if he feared Darcy's wrath more than her own! He shifts back, his hand placed upon the woman's shoulders, leaning in to whisper. How close he was to having his throat ripped out. It was as though were words to be shared just between himself and her, surrounded by two men with exceptional hearing, it would not go unnoticed. His response a complete disappointment as it was infuriating. Surprisingly enough, it was Tetradore who spoke before anyone else, his voice slicing over the silence that seemed to overtake that bar then. How Tetradore must have savoured that rare moment, sipping his drink in a manner of nonchalance as if he were simply going to enjoy the show. But even he could not remain quiet. She finished her drink placing it upon the bar top behind her, despising the very look of her progeny at that very moment.

"Tetradore has a point, child... He is far younger than you.. but a fraction of your age and he plays the game better." There is a cruel smile that tugs upon her lips, those words nothing but provoking to instill hostility between them. A mere pluck of that chord to send it unravelling.

"Oh Coby... one day.. I hope you learn quick enough... that it is far easier to obey and please me than it is to defy me." She leans in smoothly to utter those words into his ear. "If you keep acting like a child.. I will treat you like one." She bit, her patience wearing entirely too thin. She slid off Cobain's lap without another word, the sharp sound of her heels meeting the ground with a definitiveness. She backs away to lean onto the bar table, a sigh upon her lips.

"Go to your room." She demanded, her stance idle and her words near malicious, disappointment evident in her gaze, she points toward that entrance that lead to those rooms.

"I think I know a way to make a man out of you yet." She uttered ominously, her gaze shifting to Darcy once more, peering into his unique stare as though conveying those very intentions they had discussed prior. Lorelai, it would seem had her work cut out for her tonight while Risque found other ways to sate her boredom. The boy for now, getting off easy.