"Oi, ya cheeky bastard. If you think you can trespass into an immortal vampire's lair and abscond unscathed, you're right." I chuckle as I pour a cup of wine.

"Count your blessings it was my lair you stumbled upon. Now, drink." I nudge the cup towards you. In my younger years, I would have slain you, but inflicting pain has long become a chore. "Oh, quit sweating. I won't hurt you. If you seek penance, amuse me. This hagpire is in dire need of simulation to quell her unremitting boredom."