With the mood he was in, Vicious almost would have welcomed the police showing up. It would have been entertaining. But it also would have been messy, and that wasn't something he was interested in dealing with.

He stepped into the apartment, talking quick, almost paranoid stock of the place, but it seemed Gren really was the only person there. Who else would have been, he didn't know, but he wasn't feeling overly burdened by logical thinking at the moment.

When he saw the gun in Gren's hand, an amused smirk slid on to his face. "Were you planning on shooting me?"