"Won't you eat?" Kath'tan inquired, his tone of concern destroyed in the next moment. "Foolish Vampire."
Dulce scratched his head, he wasn't hungry so he hadn't thought of eating. But at Kath'tan's reminder, he picked up the Queen's discarded tray, loath to let food go to waste.
"Don't eat that." Caedos said, closing the distance without warning. For a large Demon, he moved swiftly and silently, stuffing the entirety of the baked quail in his mouth. He spat out the silver knife like a bone, the silverware clattering on the tray.
Asael had been about to take a drink from his carafe but paused, his curiosity getting the better of him. "How old are you?"
Caedos had moved instinctively, so he couldn't quite figure out how to return to the bed, standing unnaturally still in the center of the room. "A thousand years." He said plainly.
