Her question has Brenden leveling a glare at her, perhaps her shouldn't be throwing orders around like he was and yet, he couldn't help it. That anger was a barrier, a good barrier and he refused to let an inch of fear take over, knowing this woman could smell it. He could not let any weakness show, lest he turn into her next meal. He had met many vampires over the course of his days as an artist, many living normal lives as best as they could and others... well, they simply turned off their humanity and wanted to destroy the world. He couldn't tell which category this woman fell into, he was leaning towards the latter.

He releases her slender arm, folding his own across his chest as she states she didn't want to hurt him. He keeps himself from scoffing, Brenden's gaze laying heavily upon her. He had no doubt she could lay waste to him in a matter of seconds, it was the one thing that kept him biting his tongue. The man hardly feared much, though he didn't particularly care to die at the hands of this creature, a sad way to go. Yet, he can't help from snapping out at her, Brenden's sarcasm thickly laud upon his words. It almost seemed as if this woman could see directly through him, her next question bringing a deeper frown to his brows. "Does it matter?" He grounds out, hardly caring that his refusal to answer simply answered her question all the same.

And as his barking laughter echoes across the bloodied shop, he can't hardly tell she's offended by the use of the names he so bluntly throws around. Though, he raises his brows at her as she asks him if he's afraid, "I don't fear you," a blatant lie, though he's so very careful to keep that anger swirling in his body, snuffing out any fear that so lingers in his scent, "Your kind simply uses others, discards them as they see fit, with no disregard to life," he gestured angrily with a hand to the body behind him, "I'm not saying all vampires do this sort of thing but the majority do," he growls, his thoughts going back to his sister. Not only was she caught up on drugs but she sold her body to vampires to get money to fuel her drug addiction. Needless to say, he wasn't particular fond of blood suckers. "I understand you perfectly, you care for only yourself," he says after a minute, his eyes lingering on the dead body again.

And, right before his very eyes, the body simply vanished, his hazels quite nearly falling from his head. Was he high? It only takes him a moment before he puts two and two together, spitting out that she was an illusionist. The man held a strong common sense, having experienced quite a bit while working in this sort of industry. She responds, utterly unfazed, "No, I don't," he grunts rather grumpily. No, he wanted this woman out of his shop, gone from his life so he could erase this memory. "My heart yearns for nothing," he snaps, and he wasn't being dishonest, Brenden truly didn't want anything in his life, he didn't care for anymore than what he had now, well, with the exception of his sister. One day, he hoped she would be clean and move back here with him but that was nowhere near in the future.

Her response so his exclamation has him punching the bridge of his nose, really, he might laugh if it were under other circumstances. "What's wrong with you?" He asks instead, his dark gaze boring into her. She answers so... oddly, like she wasn't from this era, and really, she probably wasn't, she was immortal after all. "You speak as if you aren't accustomed to civilization," he grunts though his curiosity soon diminishes as confusion fills her beautiful face at the mention of blood bags. "And this is why I find vampires selfish," he responds to her comment of juice boxes. "You wouldn't have to kill if you just fucking used the blood bags," he snaps at her but stiffens as she begins to prowl closer to him.

Refusing to budge, he glares angrily at her, desperately wanting to step away from her and yet, he refrains from doing so. He ignores her comment on his species though her admittance that she wouldn't taste him tonight makes him want to shove her away, "I can assure you, you will never feed from me. I don't allow such... things to touch me," he snarls down at her. Though he tells her there's a door in the back, she admits she can't just leave, that hunters would come for him. "Fucking great," he mutters under his breath, "You had to bring god damn hunters here, didn't you?" Sarcasm drips from his lips once more. She doesn't seem to care as she continues on and simply pokes him in the chest. Fine, she wanted a show? He would give her a fucking show. Grasping that affinity rather aggressively, he wraps it, not only around her, but any and everything not bolted to the ground shoots 5 feet into the air, the vampire included. Tilting his head to look at her, he folds his arms over his chest again, as he purposely moves her closer to the door again, putting some distance between the two of them, "If you want my help, you need to stay this far away from me," he grunts, as he continues to levitate her for a moment longer.

Brenden doesn't give her the option of lowering her back to the ground, instead, he simply releases her from five feet in the air. Vampires were like cats, they always landed on her feet, plus her reflexes were far superior, he had no doubt she would land just fine, and if she didn't... well he didn't really give a shit. "So, what now? This is your problem, solve it."