Ghirhim's cheeks flushed slightly and he felt embarrassed of his actions. Still, he smiled at the thank you he received a bit shyly.
Seeing her scowl towards the vampires he remembered his little incident with them. He crossed his arms. "I don't think they're a threat. You see, I had to toss one of my minions out for disobeying and they didn't attack me. I admit I might have forgot of the dangers outside. . .but I could have handled myself if they were a problem. . ." Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that Ghirahim. "They haven't even sucked that minion dry yet. I'm guessing they were instructed not to hurt anyone on the property. The minion's probably done suffocated himself."
Speaking of minions. . . .His eyes glanced over to his group that was supposed to be cleaning. They all panicked, rushing back to work when they noticed his glance. He gave a small scowl, snapping and sending them away. It was pretty quiet now.
A delicious, WONDERFUL smell came from a nearby table. The dinner that was usually prepared at Ghirahim's place had been brought here. To Ghirahim it was a normal sight, but he knew for them they might appreciate it a little more then he did so he brought it here.