Louis has been feeling and ignoring this unease for a while. There's too much to do. Being from New Orleans, he knows well the danger of a storm. The rain simply goes sideways, and the wind lifts roofs off houses.

Then there is this insistent pull directed from Konstantin, and Louis well remembers the worm and the sun and the convulsions he witnessed. If Louis brought it up, he'd have to explain himself, so he never did.

Now he looks up from his work at him, half surprised, half guarded. His green eyes are alert as ever, but he's looking a little peaked, and the whites of his eyes are too bright. He's hungry, he should feed soon, and only blood can satisfy.

"Need somethin', Konstantin?" he asks warily. Before a storm, the grocery gets quite busy.