Helio sat up and then sat back, leaning on his palms slightly behind him and one of his legs splayed to the left of the jigsaw, the other tucked in, otherwise he'd either be doing the splits or laying his leg across the pieces he'd strewn around half in order. He stared at Finn, perusing his form once again, a great deal more satisfied with his ticket now than he'd been when he'd first 'thrown Finn to the wolves'. He'd expected the idiot to embarrass him, but had ended up intriguing him. After spending a month with him, Helio was no longer intrigued, but he was also no longer disappointed with what he had to work with, either.
"I might still be alive as a grumpy old man, if I hadn't been sired," Helio said seriously, then grinned like this was the funniest thing he could ever have to say. He'd used this line a few times already, on various people, and it had always earned him a smile, and sometimes even a chortle (if the other was trying to impress him). When Finn did nothing more than to change his expression into something Helio viewed negatively, he lost his smile and continued on, a little more hostile. "The only thing you're allowed to refuse are drugs or alcohol. If you refuse anything else, it comes back to me," Helio stated, not liking the idea of Finn being in control of this much. If the human wanted to be a bastard, he had that power at the party, but once that night was over, he'd be fucking sorry. "You did okay at the last party," he said, softening the blow a little after essentially telling Finn he'd have to be a whore for the night. "If something happens you don't like, you can come find me, too," he offered, while watching the youth closely.
