Dracula stood heads taller than everyone here, and it was made worse by the fact that this was a distinctly short population in compared to many Europeans. It allowed him a good vantage point to spot signs of danger, but more so, he was keen to find wares and fabrics that might suit Lenore's interest. This trip was to allow her the freedom that she desired, the kind that her sister queens could not so easily provide.

He noted her moving step with him, still at his arm but never for a moment did he have the impression that this was her submitting. If anything, a small tug or a point from her, and it was his attention that shifted to regard what had caught her interest. When he moved, he parted the crowded market populous without effort. Most gawked at the pair of them, so foreign, so pale and pure.

He leaned down to look at the combs of various colours and carvings. He tapped a long nail on one of them, testing their sturdiness and their paint quality. He was impressed and he watched as she decided on which one interested her tastes most of all. "Hmm, in this light, it doesn't gleam as I expect it would in castle lights, but it suits you. The white accent paint is a fine display against your red hair."