Amadeus knows how much you enjoy playing your little games.

He has got your mind games down by now, he is utterly immune to your charm. Or that is what he likes to think.

In reality, he is wrapped around your finger. His gaze lingers on you, his entire body buzzes with acknowledgment when you enter a room. He will give you anything you ask, you only have to say the word.

Now, as you sink your fangs into yet another of your servants, Amadeus tsks you.

"Careful, little vampire," he whispers against your ear. "If you play too roughly, then who will be left to serve you?"