It is not the reaction Rashad intended to engender, but he cocks his head a little as it wafts his way. Fear, then. Fear will do perfectly well. Another time he might think better of it, might remember that to be frightening is to be conspicuous and that his position is tenuous enough already without blatantly terrifying and feeding upon someone with whom he shares an employer, but right now he is close enough to having sustenance that he does not care.

Perhaps it might be written off as a hallucination. It is not likely that Rashad would be here, after all, and Rush is hardly a reliable witness. He smoothly pushes the door further open, giving no appearance of putting forth any special physical effort as he does so, and he steps forward, feet crossing the threshold. "And if I do not?"