“Thank you, Madame.” Comte sips on the herbal tea you prepared for him and Leonardo. He glances around your cozy little abode. It’s a small cottage in the middle of the forest. Your entire cottage accounts for just a quarter of his bedroom, most likely. But, regardless, it’s a quaint place, nicely styled and not too cramped.

Leonardo eyes the small glass bottles of rouge on the shelf above your kitchen cabinets. There’s a few bottles of blanc but not the same amount. Empty bottles of the rouge are filled with what look like spices. “I see why you wouldn’t want to be associated with other vampires. This is quite the place you got, Signora.”

They both don’t understand how your presence slipped by them this entire time. You’ve lived in Paris for decades in the same little cottage with no communication with vampires for what seems like a very long time. Now in such close proximity to you, they can sense your higher vampiric energy, you may be even stronger than them but choose to live comfortably.