"Long day of work, Cisco?" Tristan growled the question that wasn't really a question.

The werewolf leaned against the corner of the building, wearing that same dark trench coat. So maybe it was a bit out of style, there was no denying the tall, dark, handsome man looked good in one. He stayed where he was, one boot pressed against the wall, watching with dark eyes as the man locked up the building.

He hadn't intended to find the man here. Not entirely. His explorations of the town had led him down the main road a few times, but this time, passing the building for the newspaper, he had paused. Because this time, he was familiar with the scent of one man in particular. Who was wearing some odd color combination suit. Questionable. Perhaps without the tie. Anyway, he'd stopped not just because of the familiar scent, but that he seemed...particularly frustrated today, unlike the other day. Of course, he had caught him leaving a day of pampering in the salon. This, it seemed, was a more typical day.

He smiled slightly, watching the man drop his keys at being startled. While Tristan had a lot of respect for humans, even he was still attached to his own predatory nature. There was something...natural about his surprise, the way he dropped his keys and stumbled over his words. While their initial meeting in the shopping center had been spur of the moment, some part of the werewolf quite liked how flustered the man became just seeing him. Clearly, he remembered.

He pushed himself away from the wall and moved closer while the man picked up his keys. He subconsciously ran his fingers along the wall and then dropped his arm as he came to a stop. "Out enjoying the town," he said simply and vaguely. If their last encounter was any indication of how taciturn he was, it would quickly become apart Tristan didn't speak very much. He looked down at Cisco, breathing in his familiar scent. Ah, yes. As much as the moment had begun due to a misunderstanding, he had enjoyed the moment. Pity.

Tristan would beg to differ about the night life, as Sweetwater was quite...'charming' in its own way. He'd spent a few nights running the woods, one with a vampire, and plenty more with his roommate enjoying a night life of their own making. He was very eager to meet more of his own kind as well.

This close, he could hear the man's heartrate increase. Whether from nerves or interest or something else was much less simple for him to read. Being as Cisco hadn't fled screaming from his presence, he could only guess that their previous encounter had not scared the man too much. He'd very much like to taste him directly. "I think it is charming," he said simply, looking Cisco up and down casually. The man seemed to have forgotten what it was his keys were for, simply holding them in his hand. He raised an eyebrow at them and then looked back up to the man curiously.

"Ah," he said softly, leaning against the wall just at the edge of the door. Tristan didn't understand what the man was thinking or doing except that his antics were quite odd. And people said he was strange.

Nothing the other man had done presently elicited his aggression, only his curiosity. And perhaps concern. Had the man had a stroke or something? "Have you forgotten how?" He pressed, confused and entirely oblivious to the effect he had on the man. In the moment, certainly. But him just standing there like a deer in headlights...well, perhaps that analogy helped him understand more.

The werewolf could tell he had caught the man out of softs. From his erratic heartbeat to his uncertain movements. He gathered this task, locking the building, was a simple one. One Cisco had performed countless times, over and over, the exact same way. One he didn't need to think about, one his muscles simply remembered how to do and completed without him needing conscious thought. A task that, even without Tristan's interruption, he was struggling to complete today, for whatever reason.

"I see," Tristan said, closing the final space between them. He held out his hand, palm up. "Let me help you with that," he commanded with a soft growl. With his keys. With his distraction. With the desire that, this close, only a foot away, he could smell on him like sweat. And unlike last time, while his natural scent of licorice and parchment lingered, there was a distinct lack of something else.

The man dropped the keys into his hand without a word and it made Tristan smile. His faint touch at the action wasn't welcome but being this close intentionally and asking him to hand him an object, he was ready for it. It was much less egregious than walking into him at the shopping center. Still... He wondered if the man did it on accident or if maybe he had figured out the rules.

He closed his hand around the keys and pressed his other hand to the wall past the man's head in a very familiar position, leaning close to Cisco's ear. "If you want something, you need to make it very, very...clear."

The werewolf enjoyed the music of the other man's heart. The tempo speeding up as he drew nearer, seeming to grow louder as he focused on the sound. He was fairly certain from that, and from how he bit his lip and his leg trembled, he scared this human. Which was, admittedly, so small part of his intent. But it wasn't a malicious sort of intent. It was all in good fun.

He stiffened a little at the touch, but it proved the man understood. He hadn't wanted words, after all. Tristan's dark eyes studied the other man and then he leaned forward, slipping the keys into Cisco's pants pocket. In the same motion, he leaned away, grabbing him by the collar and that dark blue tie in one hand and pulling open the front door with the other. He dragged the man inside and closed to door. His sense of smell and hearing suggested they were more than alone inside so he shoved Cisco against the other door. "Do you remember where we were?" He asked, leaning in to breathe in his suddenly much heavier aroused scent, teeth more than ready to taste him.