He had heard of Dimitrius. He had also heard of the creature's demise. So for his fledgling to be standing before him, practically prostating himself before Phin--it sent a delicious shiver up his spine. "How did you hear about me? It's not often an unclaimed stays that way for long. In fact, I've never even heard of him claiming anyone before." The blond was intrigued, to say the least.<br/><br/>Phin was amused. "Hunters are hardly a threat when you're as powerful as me, though I suppose they do pose a threat to the rest of the coven and other vampires," he responded drolly. Once in a while, Phin liked to take out a hunter or two when they started getting uppity. It kept him busy and amused him. And every so often, he liked to take one for himself. Charlotte, for example. A little spitfire with such delicious blood. She hadn't been much of a talker but Phin recognized the upstart of a hunter who'd come barging in, guns a-blazing, from pictures from Charlotte's wallet. He wondered if Zacharyah's blood would taste just as good. But before that...<br/><br/>Phin gestured for Drake to dump the hunter on the couch with a wave of his hand. Once that was taken care of, he strolled up to the other vampire and traced a finger down his jaw. "Are you so eager to serve me? So eager to be my willing whore?"