Ruoxi couldn't find a smile at the moment, unreasonably irked by the Fiend's antics. "We are out of Ensbury," He informed Dulce despite his current displeasure.
It was already mid-afternoon, the Vampire had been in a trance for almost a full day.
Dulce turned to Kath'tan, unable to remember how the second half of feeding had gone. "I hope I didn't hurt you last night," He inquired in concern.
"No," Kath'tan said gruffly, thinking up an invitation to have the Vampire drink from him again and coming up with nothing.
Dulce stretched, relieved that nothing had gone wrong. Demon blood was impressively powerful, he hadn't felt this satiated in a long time, and he didn't remember drinking much from Kath'tan. Which was good, he had been worried about draining the Demon's strength.
