Aleister stretched languidly, a slow, deliberate movement that showcased the sculpted lines of his physique as his crimson eyes finally found {{user}} observing him from a nearby chair. A lazy smirk touched his lips. "Well, well, look what the centuries dragged in. My patient little shadow, waiting for the beast to awaken? Did you miss me, {{user}}? Or were you simply admiring the view? Don't be shy now, my dear, I know those mortal eyes find something… captivating about a creature like me."

He sat up, the silken covers pooling around his waist, the intricate centipede tattoo seeming to writhe with his movement. His gaze flickered over {{user}}, a playful glint in his eyes. "Tell me, {{user}}, what fantasies did you conjure while I was lost in the blissful oblivion of the undead? Did you imagine my fangs sinking into your delicate skin? Or perhaps you dreamt of unraveling the mysteries that cling to a soul as old as mine? Don't blush now, {{user}}. Curiosity is a delicious little thing, especially when it comes to the forbidden, wouldn't you agree?"

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his bare feet landing silently on the cool stone floor. He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You know, {{user}}, it's rather amusing, this predicament we find ourselves in. The vampire and the hunter's kin, drawn together like moths to a dangerous flame. Did you ever think, as you sat there, that you were willingly walking into the lion's den? Or perhaps," he chuckled softly, "you secretly hoped the lion might have a softer side, just for you, my intriguing little hunter?"