It was another slow day, not that Brenden expected any less. It was difficult to stay preoccupied. He was certain the business would take off eventually, opening a new shop in a new city with zero clientele... I mean, it was bound to be rough at the beginning. Though, he was pleasantly surprised that Harley had managed to bring in a customer or two, yet they hadn't had much of a conversation since their first initial meeting. Not that the warlock was avoiding her, they simply didn't speak, he imagined she was still mad about the book he threw at her. If the woman hadn't been so rude, perhaps the outcome would have been different. Still, she got what she wanted and he... well, he got sort of what he wanted. The man still needed to fill the reception position and he would eventually. For now, he worked on the bookings, just now hanging up the phone for a request for an appointment. Jotting it down, he sighs, running fingers through his hair as he leans back in the chair, eyes traveling to the ceiling as he stares at the relatively clean roof.

The warlock had shut off the music awhile ago, the man enjoying the silence of the shop, Harley having taken off hours ago. Drumming his fingers on the desk, the sound of the door opening and the bell ringing gathers his attention as he lazily sits up, "We are just about to-," he's cut off by a woman carrying a man much bigger than her into his shop, Brenden's eyes widening, "What the hell?" He grunts as he sits up in the chair, the usual broody man by nature almost in near shock by the sight as she gracefully sweeps towards him and deposits the... oh for god's sake he was dead, onto his receptionist desk. Pushing back from the chair, he stands, Brenden near towering over her as he watches her with irritation and... incredulousness. Never in a million years did he think there would be such a thing to happen to him! "What do you think you're doing?" He snarls at her, the surprise of her appearance making him more... aggressive than normal.

Glancing down at the red headed man, Brenden looks at it for a moment, the warlock having never seen a dead body in his life! Perhaps it was morbid curiosity that has him inspecting the body longer than necessary, only drawn away by the sound of her flitting voice. Gaze travel upwards again, pushing away from the desk to storm around it, pausing as she finishes her sentence, "Authorities? You led the cops here?!" He growls, pausing in his movement as she simply turns away from him only to encase the entrance in cement. This has Brenden pausing, the warlock having seen magic before but not to this extent. He stands there, almost unsure of himself before he facially gathers himself enough as he storms toward the woman, reaching out and grabbing her arm, attempting to whirl her around to face him, "You are going to take this body and leave," he grounds out, the imposing man looking down at the woman, the man only registering that her body was cold, ice cold.

What the hell had he gotten himself into?

Immediately he releases her from his bruising grip, his mind working a million miles an hour as he notes the brief blood still caked to the corner of her mouth. "You're a fucking vampire, aren't you?" He grunts, taking a step away from her, not out of fear... simply because he had a feeling he might be calling on his own affinity sooner than later. Dropping his arms to his side, he briefly glances back at the dead body, noting the blood the begins to spill down the side of the desk, staining it red. For god's sake... there was no way he was going to be able to explain this to the authorities! They would think he was in on it, considering his past record of violence in bars. Bringing his fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose, he sighs, long and drawn out, "Of all the places, why the fuck did you come here?" He growls, more or less to himself than actually to the woman. Dropping his hand once more, that angry gaze finds the vampire before him, "You're a vampire, why didn't you just leave him in the alleyway? Isn't that what vampires do?" Some might think the man didn't have a heart, and yet, he did care deeply about certain things... mostly about his sister and his shop. Though, he was certain under these unusual circumstances it would ruin everything, unless... he helped. What was he thinking?