Matt grinned. "Does that mean if I go sit down and tell you to come suck my cock, you'll listen?" Better yet, did it mean he could flex his awe muscle a little? The saying went, 'Better to ask forgiveness then permission', and Matt took that to heart as he pushed up to his feet in a smooth motion that carved out the muscles in his shoulders as he went.

He stood taller when someone was below him, something else he couldn't help and never bothered fixing, and wearing a devilish smirk, he stepped backwards out to the porch.

"You look good on your knees too," he said, this time reaching in for the power that his vampirism really granted him. Command, sway, the inarguable lure of a pretty face saying what you wanted them to.