"Which, realistically, we cannot do," he said after her kiss.  He kept his hand on her backside, because it felt good, the mess of dusty blankets between them.  He leaned into her hand, kissed her palm.  He looked at her sly, a little sidelong.  "I don't mind a little kink.  Probably not what Blackvayne's interested in, but whips and chains and toys, oh, my."  He laughed, squeezing her rear, again, with a tug and friendly kiss.<br/><br/>He would go outside to shake out the bedding, carrying an armload of his own.  As he worked, he said, "But we won't have his resources.  Not just personal.  Blackvayne has how many people?  Thousands?  And a werewolf pack of his own.  Add to that his lesser vampires - which are still no joke - and human soldiers,  the ability to make weapons and armor, hire mercenaries, and whatever secret projects he's dragging up from the Old World.  Meeting him as an equal is going to be hard.  We'll need something, like, a position he can't assail but that threatens him.  And we need to keep him at arm's length.  Vampires don't usually like to travel, and that works to our advantage.  He might send his lessers out, but he'll only leave his land in extraordinary circumstances.<br/><br/>"And I'm not sure I buy that he set us up.  I'm skeptical.  He's giving us some happiness and natural allies because....?  He's generous that way?"