He bought a white leather jacket for himself when he took Bo out shopping for a replacement shirt for Keye. Because he felt like it, and because he decided he wanted a little more variety.

It makes him look altogether different than usual - even though it's paired with one of his usual pairs of indecently tight jeans and a pair of motorcycle boots.

He's sipping delicately at a vanilla latte.

Almost regrets that he can't drink the whole thing without being sick. Sigh.

Keye isn't wasting time with things like 'lattes'--the monstrosity he's drinking is practically pure espresso, and the dark circles under his eyes are either the cause or the result of this.
He's not feeling entirely sane; while caffiene is not a drug in the sense that speed is, this little sleep will have an effect on a man's brain.
So he sits down, looking aggressive as usual, and growls at Enrique,
"What's 'J' stand for?"
No further greeting than that.

Blink.

He sets his drink down and leans back.

Lifts an eyebrow.

"My name."

"That being?"
Bo neglected to mention that Enrique's name was a binding thing, and so Keye is irritated that the hybrid told him 'Jeff.'

"Fuck you, Keye."

He shakes his head.

"I'm not giving you that kind of power over me."

"Fuck you, man, I ain't done nothin', what the fuck are you talkin' about?"
Asshole! Keye takes a deep drink of his coffee, then makes a rather fascinating study of a facial expression as it scalds his tongue.

"Hello? Demon?"

Names are binding.

"I thought you were a mage. This is elementary."

"I make shit. I'm not into binding demons or nothin'."
Put quite honestly, any reading that he doesn't absolutely need would just take too long.
"Lookin' into vampires, though."

Sigh.

"Then I'll spell it out. If you know my name, you can command me. That is why I keep it a secret, and that is why I will not tell you."

He doesn't trust Keye in any way, shape, or form.

"And no, you won't find it in books, so don't bother looking."

"Okay, jeeze, I just wanted to fuckin' know."
Glare.
"Nice of you to try and collar him, though."
Right. Now he's trying to be a jerk, is Keye.

"The hell is that supposed to mean?"

Collar him?

He just wanted to give the little one something that actually meant something.

"Put your fuckin' name on him like a dog tag."
...you know, Keye should know better than to get onto these subjects. He's using analogies that are making him uncomfortable. He's shaking.

"That's not it at all."

Grr.

"Not that it's any of your business, but I happen to be very much in love with the little one."

"Yeah? How come you call him the little one, then, instead of by his name?"
Ha. Explain that.

"Perhaps you're familiar with the concept of names of affection?"

Scowl.

"And it is habit for me not to use names."

"Whatever."
He scowls, then leans forward across the table.
"It ain't my business who he runs with, we're too old for that petty shit, but I'm gonna tell you. You hurt him, I will make you pay. Forget prison, forget starving, forget being human, I will go above and fuckin' beyond that shit. Understand?"

Enrique bares his teeth.

"Likewise."

What? It's possible for friends to hurt friends.

"As for vampires, by the way? Don't bother. I'm not planning to leave much of him."

"Don't give me that bullshit, man, you ain't got the right. I been here longer."
Grr.
"Anyways, there's other vampires in the world, I'm just gonna make somethin' to defend himself with."

"So? You're a mentally unstable, sickly human. And I've already promised that rat that I'll hang him by his own entrails."

This is going to hurt.

He lifts an eyebrow.

"I'll be around longer. Humans die."

"F-f-fuck you!"
He folds in on himself, face crumpling.
He's not as good, not as good, worth less, worthless.

"No thanks."

He takes a sip of his latte.

Sigh. Bo's going to be unhappy if he makes Keye cry, isn't he. Frustrating, that.

"You can come after the vampire with me if you want."

"I don't want."
He wants to hurt something.
"Killing's not in my nature, remember?"
He bites hard at the edge of one of his fingers, right where it joins to the nail, ripping at the skin until it bleeds.
There.
That's better.

"No, but it's in mine."

He smiles.

"I was actually thinking more along the lines of hurting him badly enough that he'll run the other way if he sees or smells the little one coming."

Keye is not looking at Enrique. He's picking at the small wound he made.
"That could work."

Grin.

"Hang him with his own entrails, like I said."

Yay for undead.

Keye twitches.

"I'm gonna...I'm g-gonna go n-now..." shakily he stands, because he is now feeling a bit lightheaded, and Enrique is not helping.

"Fine."

You do that.

"Goodbye."

And Keye stumbles out, probably to go somewhere else and do something stupid.