Artist: Nujabes/Idst - Song: BattleCry - Word Count: N/A
Claire observed the way that Cresimir carried himself, and was rather impressed. Although he had, evidently, few servants to look after his affairs, he was still confident to the utmost. The smell of blood filled her nostrils, which would by most accounts be disturbing, but to her it was altogether orgasmic.
"So, you live... like this? Well, I can't say I'm surprised, even if I was expecting more. I mean, look at you. You should have a much more... vibrant domicile. I mean, it's only natural."
She took a moment to look around the dreary interior of the castle that they had just entered, before she spoke once more.
"The meals ought to come soon, you say? Well, I certainly do hope that you speak the truth. Otherwise I might just become... famished."
She listened to him speak for a moment more, before he responded. Everything was going as she had wanted it to so far. She had little to say at the moment, besides,
"Your predecessor? Well they shouldn't still be alive, should they? Unless? Oh my, now you've really caught my interest. Show me immediately. I don't know how much longer I can wait."
As she said this, she winked, however subtle it may have been. In truth, she wasn't lying. She was indeed incredibly curious as to what was going on here, and she thought she had an idea already. An idea that made her simmer with anticipation.