It was a terrible thing to do, to assume that a person was more than just a person. To assume that a person, who was not a person, but a vampire, would be on the top of the food chain. But, as it was, Conrad was a 'failpire' and 'Doctor' Luce Worth was not 'just a person'. It was only logical to assume that something would become of their relationship then, in light of recent events.

"C'mon, Fagula...Answer yer damn phone!" Worth growled out, drumming his spindly fingers on the splintered surface of his desk. He wasn't even the one trying to reach the neurotic vampire, and he was getting overly irritated with the perpetual ringing that was Conrad ignoring Hanna's call.

The automated voice messaging system picked up once again, and Worth shot up and out of his rickety chair. Lamont winced as the thing bounced off the wall before crashing over sideways, the sound almost covering the groaning of plastic as Hanna snapped his phone shut, ending the call without leaving a voice mail.

"Wha' th' hell is his problem?" Worth took the lit cigarette out of his mouth, crushing it in frustration as he stepped around the desk and the pitifully dead plant, and into the center of the dingy room near Hanna. The redhead offered the illegitimate doctor a wide smile, before looking pointedly in Lamont's direction and cheerfully stating, "I don't know, but we're going to go find out!"

The Franco-Italian shook his head, already twirling his car keys around on his finger. This was how they all ended up piled into the backseat of Lamont's car, Hanna in the middle of Worth and the zombie, as packages took up the front passenger seat. Hanna was bouncing in his seat excitedly until Lamont hit train tracks and sent the ginger flying; the rest of the ride over to the Artsy side of town and to Conrad's flat found the man held down by Worth's hand on his shoulder and the Zombie's arm around his waist.

"You guys are no fun," Hanna had pouted, childishly, "Haven't you ever sat in the back of the bus before?" Worth snorted. "We're no' on a bus, Hanna," he growled out. That silenced the normally chatty ginger. When the group finally pulled up to Conrad's apartment block, Worth was out of the car and skipping steps before Lamont even had the vehicle to a full stop.

Later, Hanna would daresay that the Aussie was worried about the vampire. Worth would knock him over the head and reply with a surely snarky (but muttered) comment. Once Lamont had the car in park, he twisted around in his seat and looked expectantly at Hanna and the undead man.

Before either of them could ask what he wanted, the delivery boy said, "Well, I'm staying here with the car, and someone has to go make sure they don't kill each other." Lamont watched as the Zombie went to go unlock his door to get out, but Hanna stopped him. "Prometheus, you should probably stay here. I'll go make sure everything's okay." 'Prometheus' nodded his head silently and relaxed back into the seat, Hanna crawling over his lap and tumbling out of the car in a mess of limbs.

Once he popped back up, he booked it towards the steps and disappeared into the complex. "He means well," the soft murmur came from the back seat, so Lamont glanced that way and immediately turned to sit right in the driver's seat. The orange glow from the Zombie's eyes reflected in the rear view mirror. "So..." Lamont whistled out lowly.