The vampire\'s only reaction was a pair of slightly raised eyebrows. The quality of the voice had told him him that it wasn\'t uttered by anyone nearby, so he didn\'t bother to look around, realising he was being watched and some form of speaker system had been employed. His expression smoothed after that brief moment and he did as he was instructed, loping casually along the edge of the counter - fingers jumping idly along the marble surface - and running what was said through his head, to be sure he knew what he was doing.
The voice had sounded authoritative - enough that being instructed to be respectful seemed superfluous. And objectionable. Something rebellious tickled along Tom\'s spine but he fought it down, not showing any of his feelings as he found the elevator and pressed the B button. He reminded himself that he wasn\'t here to cause trouble, but to avoid it. The doors slid open smoothly and he stepped in, giving his shoulders a roll once he did, like a fighter preparing for a bout. Insanely, he was enjoying the prospect of this already, this... challenge to play nice. With the owner of a voice whose tones dripped with the unspoken command that they always got the respect they deserved, and he\'d better fucking bow down.
When the lift doors opened again (he thought he\'d descended but wasn\'t certain), he headed for the double set he\'d been informed about. He grasped a knob in each hand and couldn\'t resist opening both at the same time, wishing to make a semi-grand entrance. It was a flourish, in his opinion, something to make him memorable in this no-doubt teeming hive of vampire requests. And respectful, yes... as long as one approved of walking the thin line between it and disobedient, and was willing to err on the more generous side... in his favour. The smirk upon his lips was slightly less so.