"Yes, I expect that you will," he remarked as he turned his gaze to the crackling fire. This was where he gathered many of his thoughts. He pondered her progress and insights quietly, though also listened to her future planning. Both vampire lords would not go easily, enough age and ego to them to likely dig in to fuel the excitement of a feud. "They will be the front line whether they agree with each other or not. A united front would be better with potential imminent expansionism."
His head turned with movement from the corner of his eye, watching as she removed her boots and made herself comfortable. In non-vampiric society, such a flash of ankle and even the bare of the foot might prove scandalous for a lady to do, and while their society was far more loose with the showing skin, he found Lenore's delicate stockinette feet tucking in to be attractive. It wasn't the bold flashes or baring of flesh after all, but he found her mannerisms far more to his personal liking.
"Hmm?" He drew his eyes away from the hem of her dress and moved his attention away, not even bothering to cover the slip verbally. "I do have some stored here for entertaining conversations and the occasional guest, yes." He rose smoothly from his chair, moving to the bookshelf and opening one of the lower cabinet doors so he could remove a bottle of wine and two appropriate glasses. Returning, he set them on the small table between their two chairs.
"French wine will hopefully suit your tastes." He uncorked the bottle and poured each of them some in a glass before setting the bottle down on the table for them to pour more should the occasion deem it worthwhile.
"Diplomacy? None of my own thus far," he remarked as he returned to his seat. "Currently, information is where my interest lays and the movement of people, resources, and political pandering." He folded his hands together. "Vampires whose territory is in the Ottoman Empire provide information and many any inserted themselves where they can to benefit from the turmoil of expansionism. War will come to our doorstep."
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His head turned with movement from the corner of his eye, watching as she removed her boots and made herself comfortable. In non-vampiric society, such a flash of ankle and even the bare of the foot might prove scandalous for a lady to do, and while their society was far more loose with the showing skin, he found Lenore's delicate stockinette feet tucking in to be attractive. It wasn't the bold flashes or baring of flesh after all, but he found her mannerisms far more to his personal liking.
"Hmm?" He drew his eyes away from the hem of her dress and moved his attention away, not even bothering to cover the slip verbally. "I do have some stored here for entertaining conversations and the occasional guest, yes." He rose smoothly from his chair, moving to the bookshelf and opening one of the lower cabinet doors so he could remove a bottle of wine and two appropriate glasses. Returning, he set them on the small table between their two chairs.
"French wine will hopefully suit your tastes." He uncorked the bottle and poured each of them some in a glass before setting the bottle down on the table for them to pour more should the occasion deem it worthwhile.
"Diplomacy? None of my own thus far," he remarked as he returned to his seat. "Currently, information is where my interest lays and the movement of people, resources, and political pandering." He folded his hands together. "Vampires whose territory is in the Ottoman Empire provide information and many any inserted themselves where they can to benefit from the turmoil of expansionism. War will come to our doorstep."