For a while he listened, just laid there on Deacon's bed with closed eyes in a sort of half-asleep state. It wasn't really relaxing though. Mostly because he was worried Deacon might come back and tell him he needed to get up and do something or just that he'd get a plain old command to move.
Scud opened his eyes and looked to find himself still alone in the room. It made him uncomfortable, concerned even because of Deacon's friend from before. What if that guy came back and didn't listen? What if he just lashed out and killed Scud because he could? The human shivered a little at the thought, rubbed his eyes, and slid out of bed carefully.
Bare feet moved across the floor slowly towards the open door. He poked his head out to see the bathroom door closed and frowned. Was that where Deacon was? Unsure about the answer his own question, Scud took a chance and cautiously moved forward and raised a hand to knock lightly on the door. "Deac?" he said quietly, knowing the vampire would be able to hear him. Not hearing an immediate response, he opened the door enough to poke his head in and met with the face of an angry vampire.
"What? Did you lose your fucking hearing? I told you to rest." His words were sharp, making Scud feel like he should shrink to the floor and curl up.
But he didn't.
He straightened up a little with a wince and replied, "I did rest. I'm…okay now. My head doesn't hurt even a little." Scud stared at the floor as he spoke and noticed the towel that was slung around Deacon's waist. Apparently, he'd caught the vampire in the middle of his bath. "Sorry," he added, "I just wanted to…" Scud trailed off, mostly because he wasn't all that sure why he'd gotten up. Maybe his feet had a mind of their own. That would be a good excuse if it didn't sound so farfetched…
The door opened more and Scud felt himself pulled in, before pushed against the wall by a hand that pressed against his throat lightly – just enough for a point to be made. And along with that, a snarling Deacon was in front of him and attached to the hand. "To what? Finish answering the question."
Trying not to whimper or let it show that the aggression scared him, Scud half pouted at the vampire and said, "To check on you." He took a breath, shifting against the wall and raising his chin slightly to better look at Deacon. "You seemed ticked off so I wanted to check on you."
The hand on his neck loosened and Scud relaxed some, until Deacon inched his face closer with a glare set on his face. He canted his head, eyes narrowing. "Why do you care, pet?"
Scud shrugged and chewed on his lower lip. And this only irritated the vampire, he realized; as the grip on his neck tightened back to what it had originally been. Mouth falling open, Scud gave the tiniest of gasps and he knew he was in trouble. He had to be. Deacon was too close, looked to angry, and oh shit - was this it finally? He braced himself by shutting his eyes and kept his arms still at his sides, hands balled into fists as nails dug into his palms.
Pain never came through. Instead, he heard a grumble and Deacon saying, "Nothing but a whore. All you want is my attention." Scud felt himself be let go by the vampire and he sunk down the wall to the floor lazily. His legs just didn't want to hold him up and he wasn't about to fight his body on what it wanted. Scud di look up to Deacon though, who was smirking down at him as if he'd won some prize. "It's pathetic."
"If I wanted your attention, I'd fucking tell you I did," Scud snapped, finding his voice finally. It was a stupid idea to talk back to the vampire in such a manner, but it just came out. His lack of filter really was going to kill him one day. He paused though, thinking a short moment before he spoke again since Deacon was too busy scowling. "I want your fucking attention, Deac," he said through soft whine. Being a whore for attention was a downfall, sure; but it definitely wasn't the worst trait known to man – in Scud's opinion.
Deacon didn't respond, expression still the exact same and unmoving from where he stood looming over the human. This worried Scud since he couldn't be sure what was going on in his head from the unwavering look on Deacon's face. He shifted against the wall and Deacon knelt down, sighed, and took Scud's chin gently in his hand as he said, "Get your ass back in bed and you can have my fucking attention."
He blinked a few times at Deacon before biting the inside of his cheek and giving a slight nod. It was stupid considering that's all he really wanted, but Scud wasn't about to not take Deacon's seemingly rare sentiment. He got to his feet carefully, eyes warily glancing to Deacon – who took a step back and was already beginning to walk out of the bathroom towards the room.
Scud would deny all things if asked if he started hurrying after the vampire like some kind of puppy.