Aha~ it seems I am at your tender mercies today, my Countess.

Feeling more yourself, Integral?

If thou woudst dress the dolls and play amongst them, thou wouldst join thy ranks.

Ahah. Some dolls aren't for playing.

[His blood is crawling over Integral's person, slowly forming the words 'She is Mine' on both flesh and clothing]

On a night like tonight, I feel like sucking blood.

I have been feeling unsocial as of late. This time with my Countess, I value it more than anything else.

I am in need of someone to . . . manage my bar.

As though the petty color-shifting of my much beloved and trademark coat would stir me frenzy? Is this the work of our so called deities? Pah. False idols.

Real vampires wear pink.

[ooc: His coat is bright pink. AND SPARKLES.]

Countess, I seem to have acquired a vampire pub.

Ah, my Countess, what do you think of these elections and talk of laws? This is not our place, but nor are we able to leave of our own volition. Perhaps these passing amusements of those who have given up on returning will be interesting to indulge, but I think not.