"It has to be awe-inspiring," the strange fellow said.
Dressed in a white mink fur coat, unbuttoned so that his bare chest could be seen, white jeans and golden platform boots suitable for disco dancing, and a tall Dr Seuss Cat-in-the-Hat style hat, The strange vampire who called himself Digital was certainly awe-inspiring in his own right.
"So, very large then,” Archer confirmed.
He was sitting in one of the armchairs, holding one of his ankles across the knee of his other leg, regarding the bizarre creature in frnt of him. He\'d come to the door, this demented prophet of sorts, with the knowledge that Archer understood about machinations and clockwork, as well as the fact he\'d recently sired a young woman. The fact he\'d known about Becca wasnt a surprise, for vampires could usually smell others and their ages, but knowing she was a redhead, a librarian, and referred to as \'the ballerina\'s daughter\', held Archer\'s attention.
At first he\'d believed Digital to be a threat, then he\'d figured him as a mostly harmless loony, but the mad were never to be trusted - much like a stray and gentle dog with a history of abuse at the hands of a master should never be trusted completely. Archer was smiling and nodding along with Digital\'s grand plan.
By the time Becca was moving towards the lounge, Archer was showing Digital to the front door. He\'d sensed his fledgling rising for the night and was anxious to remove Digital from their apartment before she had more contact with the madman than necessary.
"Come back in three weeks," Archer said, even as he was shoving Digital out the door. Lucky for him, the prophet didn\'t mind being shunted. With the door closing behind the fashionably challenged pimp-styled, Archer turned around to find Becca had entered the living room by now and had most likely seen Archer shove out his \'guest\'.