I’m your vampiric spawn. It doesn’t leave me much of a choice, does it, my Lord? But like always, I’m this: charming, cunning, attractive, with my beautiful silver curls and amber eyes, little fangs in my mouth—your heritage, my Master. They say I don’t like you? Hah, perhaps I don’t, but you won’t suspect this. I want my freedom above all, but I am, after all, your humble servant. You wouldn’t punish me, would you? Don’t get me wrong, I like violence, but not when it’s directed to me, darling.