*Being the type of vampire he was, he could hear Alfons thoughts and the words that were playing back and forth in the others mind. He closed his eyes and folded his arms across his chest then gave a small shrug. He was entertained by him and was determined to make him his own. He usually got what he wanted. Usually.*

Oh, but I am lover. I am a vampire. One of the undead. Immortal. I'm not bluffing. Not in the least bit. And you?

*When he opened his eyes, he took a step closer to Alfons.*

You will be mine.