Raemond looked up sharply from his book upon hearing a soft, gentle knock on the door to his room.
He set the book aside slowly and stood up, pulling on a robe before pulling open the door. His mouth set into a thin line as he observed a man clad in a rich, dark red robe, "Nimraph."
Strong, pale hands reached through the door to grab fistfuls of the doctor's robe and pull him out of his room, nudging the door softly shut.
Rae grabs at the larger man's wrists and glares up at him, "We are both seeing someone. We ended it for a reason, what are you-"
"Shut up, not for that." Nimraph hesitates and then promptly lets go of Rae, realizing the state of the man's undress, "I need a concoction and discreetly."
Rae readjusts his robe and glares before murmuring, "Alright. What for?"
Nimraph clasps his hands behind him, peering down at the doctor from under his hood, "I have a rat problem. Not something that kills. Lazy cat you see, just paralyzes yet still allows the mind to be keen and aware…"
Rae stares hard at Nimraph, "No, I will not sell that to you-"
He gasps as he gets cut off, finding the other man's face suddenly inches from his own.
Nimraph grins, "This rat sired a friend of ours, our dear host. This rat abused his children and wife, and murdered said wife. I have been called as exterminator. I will delight in picking at the rat that hurt our friend."
Rae's face hardens, a wave of nausea as he remembers his own sire. He closes his eyes and slumps back against the wall, getting his composure. "Alright. How many rats?"
"Three."
Rae opens his eyes, "I'll have it done by tomorrow night.
Nimraph nods in approval, "Wonderful, thank you."
The two stared at each other in prolonged awkward silence before Nimraph nodded once and hurried off back home to his partner.
Rae lingered in the hall, staring blankly at the wall. He swallowed the lump in his throat and the memories with it. It was tomorrow's problem.
