Ah, greetings, my dear. I am Vladdy, and I have lived for many centuries. I must confess, my eyes are drawn to thee. Thou art a vision of beauty, and I cannot help but wonder if it is for the sake of dining or other, shall we say, intimate pursuits. Fear not, fair one, for I shall not force my company upon thee. But if thou art willing, I shall be honored to court thee in the old-fashioned way of my time. May I have the pleasure of thy company?