How uneasy Harley seemed at the very mention of the change that had clearly taken place within her - one that his own senses were effortlessly able to catch onto, once he paused to pay them any heed. The spitfire appeared utterly unwilling to share any detail of what had occurred though Sterling was equally as capable as she was when it came to the stubborn prying of a story from his companion's lips. In the end, it was only that decision that both would share their respective tales that seemed to placate either them. Vaguely, Sterling gestured towards the sofa further in, the man entirely at home within Harley's flat after all the time the pair had spent with one another, recent events aside. With a bit of reluctance, the young woman pushed her collapsed physique from the door frame, only to lead the way to the comfortable embrace of her plush sofa. He was hardly prepared for Harley's insistence that her story was dumb, though really, did it matter? She clearly seemed bothered by it and that was all Sterling cared about, his own shoulders lifted in a vague shrug as he trailed after her. The pat of her hand upon the cushion beside her was hardly necessary, Sterling more than content to flop upon the sofa. His own exhaustion over his whole situation entirely palpable and, thankfully, Harley was more than willing to go first in that exchange if only to get her own tale out of the way.
He hardly anticipated that her bite had occurred on her thigh of all places - the location alone near spoke of the clear intent behind her shifting. The boy's bright blue eyes watched as Harley's fingers gingerly brushed against the inner part of her jeaned leg. The very gesture was so atypical for the woman that Sterling could only assume that was were the Were-creature had bitten her. How...weird. He hardly noticed the absence of the tattoo on her arm, however, his own thoughts focused upon just how...uncomfortably close to her groin that bite had taken place - it was a fact that even she was quick to echo. It was the name of her maker, however, that demanded Sterling's attention, his own brows furrowed as he clarified that very name. It couldn't possibly the same man who had turned Henry, could it? Though he didn't think the name 'Tetradore' was terribly common either. That confirmation only furthered the furrow of Sterling's brow, even as Harley declared the man 'fucked'. Their experiences with the man in question definitely differed by...well, a lot, by the sound of it. Nevertheless, Sterling explained his own vague, short-lived time with the Hispanic. He certainly wasn't about to forget watching two hot men strip in front of him, even if Henry had been a bit shyer about the whole ordeal. The very mention of his now ex-boyfriend, however, seemed to cause Harley to sit up quite abruptly.
His brow rose at the sudden inquiry of Henry's associates, though vampires was certainly a new one. A small shrug crossed his shoulders, "Not that I'm aware of." He responded but, really, it's not like he knew very much of who Henry hung out with these days - clearly. Still, Sterling was more than willing to comment upon how peculiar his meeting with Henry's maker had been, the very mention of seeing the man naked prompted a scoff to Harley's lips. Her insistence that he was always naked prompted a chuckle from Sterling though with the ease at which he'd watched the man pull off his clothes, he certainly believed Harley. The woman across from him was quick to call him out upon that lustful glimpse that must have crossed his features, only to declare he shouldn't be 'blinded' by her maker's fit physique. Her insistence that he had more than his fair share of 'baggage' prompted yet another shrug upon Sterling's shoulders. "Who doesn't?" He inquired flippantly, after all, some could surely say the same about him...hell, about even Harley herself! Still, it was...shallow to sleep with Herny's maker for the sake of it, the thought certainly not one the blue-eyed boy was inclined to carry through even if his eyes had wandered. Still, he could hardly help the considerations of what this meant for Harley and Henry. Would he lose her to that pack life in the same way he'd lost Henry? Was it not selfish of him to think that though? A soft sigh left his lips as he inquired about the girl's intent with that pack, his bright blue eyes tentatively watching her.
Harley was quick to scoff at the idea, however, insisting that she was already driving the man insane. A warm laugh echoed from his lips. That he could believe. Harley was more than capable of being a pain in the ass when she so wanted to be. Still, Sterling was...relieved, in a way. It had hurt to be left on the outside when Henry had joined Tetradore's pack. It was a whole part of Henry's life he'd simply been cut out from because of what he was....or more appropriately, because of what he wasn't. Regardless, the warning that he should stay away from Tetradore, prompted a frown upon his lips. There was clearly more to the story then what Harley was telling him and yet...if the woman didn't want him involved...he was willing to respect her choice. His effort to reassure her that everything would be okay, however, fell flat, even to his own ears. Harley, however, was more than willing to accept his attempt, all the same, the girl's features grinning as she insisted she was more than certain to give Tetradore and all his baggage all kinds of hell. Harley was quick, however, to push that conversation back upon Sterling, all but demanding he fulfilled his own part of the bargain. Another sigh left his lips and yet, the boy recounted his own tale, albeit perhaps not as life-changing as Harley's was. Her declaration of who did that mirrored his own thoughts as a soft snort left his nose. "Henry, apparently," Sterling muttered darkly, the man still not forgiving his once lover for it, much less the excuses that had followed suit. They'd never really been a stable couple by any means but...Sterling had expected better of his boyfriend.
The sudden curse upon Harley's lips drew Sterling's gaze and yet, her insistence that he was one of the good ones prompted a simper on his features. "Thanks, Harley." Really, Sterling wasn't sure he felt like one of the good ones. Sure, he wasn't...outwardly a complete asshole but...he must have done something to deserve all of this. The boy shook his head, his hand reaching up to run through his ebony locks before, suddenly, Harley insisted she had an idea. His eyebrow rose at the very suggestion that she had a wonderful notion of revenge. "All right, what's your plan?" Sterling inquired, the man more than ready to embrace whatever nonsensical idea had riled up Harley to such a state of mischievous excitement.