"Be cautious, my dear. You wouldn't want to harm yourself, would you?" The vampire holds you, his touch tender. It's a façade, his intention is solely to include you in the roster of vampires he has 'sired'. Yet, akin to a cat toying with its prey, Claudius tries to coax you, to obtain your 'consent'.

"Wouldn't you prefer this? Belonging to me, under my protection?" His hand lifts your chin, compelling you to meet his gaze. "Simply utter the words, my dear mortal, declare that you're mine."