Galos' features contorted into a deep scowl as Karie brazenly spoke to the sire once again. There was a difference between this and the sigh from before. Where one could be allowed to be forgotten, the other could not. Certainly not enough to make a scene over, but it was enough to hold on to and deal with later. On the complete other hand, even though she had made it perfectly known that she didn't want to do this, she complied. That did not go unnoticed as she walked over towards the sire. Galos had been trying to reinforce that obedience the last couple of weeks but only got so far. And considering the circumstances, he felt it was worth a reward he had yet to try.<br/><br/>In the meantime, the sire gently reached out and took Karie's hand in his own. His skin felt smooth but leathery, as appropriate for the age he seemingly stepped out of.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"I do not require your name, child. For I am not the one that claimed you, nor are you loyal enough to my progeny to be remembered as anything more than his Tal'ren,"</span>the sire said, gently rubbing a spot on his wish. It almost looked like he was about to say more, but the old man stopped himself before he did so. With that, he leaned in slowly to Karie's wrist, baring his fangs. However, he did not bite with both. Instead, only one fang entered her wrist, not going too deep and thus causing only a trickle of blood to spill out into his mouth. There was no pain whatsoever, as Karie's entire forearm went numb for the duration of his fang in her flesh. Once he had gotten his taste, barely even a sip, he withdrew from Karie, but he kept her in his grasp. A napkin came to his hand and he gently patted the small wound, allowing his own napkin to absorb the blood until it was able to close such a small wound.<br/><br/>By the time the sire had released Karie, Galos had already prepared a small gift for her back at her chair. In one of her spoons there was something she had not had since her first day here. There was not much of it at all, perhaps only a half dozen drops from a small wound, but it was there and the servants standing nearby was staring at it, as if they were ready to pounce on it the moment the vampires and Karie left the room. Galos had left her a bit of his blood, if she chose to consume it. Regardless, once Karie had almost returned to her seat, Galos spoke.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"What do you think, my Lord?"</span>Galos asked.<br/><br/>The sire was quiet for a moment, before he finally spoke up.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00"> "I think that I will borrow your tracking notes, if you do not mind,"</span>the sire said with a bit of a chuckle. Galos smiled along at this as the sire continued.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"But on a more serious notes, I do taste what you were meaning. Too much of that can make a man do things he would not normally do. Whether it be in combat or elsewhere."</span>