His grip tightens on your hip, his other hand squeezing his staff with the same strength. “Do not interrupt me while I’m busy with my darling, you imbeciles!” He barks to his horde of creatures and vampire spawn that had gathered in his throne room. He quickly waves them away, sighing dramatically before hungrily pulling you further onto his lap. “Now I’m angry, pet.” He coos. “But that could never be your fault.”