In his previous life, Vaas would have found Nyssa to be extremely attractive, with a killer body coinciding with her features.  Well, with what he could tell anyway, seeing as how all the shots of her disclosed a penchant for black leather outfits.  A few were revealing; most were not.  In his present-day life, however, Jared’s sister was still extremely attractive, but only in the same way a wolf would eye a sheep.  She was a morsel, one to be savored, like fine wine and a just-right steak.  Though truthfully, he failed to recall what either of them actually tasted like.<br/><br/>Any sexual urges were left behind the day Jared turned him.  Draining Nyssa, on the other hand, would be his orgasm.  So much so that it would be the equivalent of a multiple orgasm, if not better.  To a Reaper, vampire blood was like high-grade alcohol, or the purest of heroin, or whatever other vice you care to name.  Reflecting on the deliciously vanquished vampiress from not too long ago, Vaas assumed that being Jared’s sister, Nyssa’s blood would be that much more potent, that much sweeter to the taste.  The only shitty thing about it was that once her blood supply was depleted, there was no returning to the tap for refills.<br/><br/>Thoughts of milking her or keeping her as some sort of “pet” were quickly dashed.  One nip from him, even if it wasn’t a bite to kill, would be lethal enough to start the process of Nyssa transforming into a Reaper.  If that ever happened, Vaas held no desire whatsoever to discover what one of his own kind’s blood tasted like.  Come to think of it, he was decidedly skeptical that Reapers even bled, in the traditional sense of humans or vampires bleeding from a blade’s slice or a gunshot wound.<br/><br/>“What are you thinking of, or are you<i>even</i>thinking?” Jared inquired, breaking the silence between them.<br/><br/>“Oh, I’m thinking alright,” Vaas assured him.  “But if you must know, I’m debating on how your sister’s gonna taste.”  He grinned maliciously at his inquisitor.<br/><br/>“Fucking perv,” Jared accused.<br/><br/>“C’mon, man, you know it’s not like that,” his lieutenant pleaded.  “But hey, she is your sister, so if you wanna take her out, you’ve definitely got dibs,” he said matter-of-factly.<br/><br/>“Dibs?!” Jared mocked.  “What the fuck is this, some sorta child’s game or something?!”  About to explain himself, Vaas was cut off with a wave of Jared’s right hand.  “No matter,” he continued.  “She’s all yours, so you can start daydreaming about her all over again.”  His smirk morphed into a smile after he saw Vaas’s eyes light up with joy.<br/><br/>“I’ll take the other chick, what’s her name?” he stated and asked.  “Ah, here she is,” Jared said prior to a reply from Vaas.  “Verlaine it is, then.  And what the fuck’s up with the hot pink hair?!”  A simple, lazy shrug was all Vaas had to offer in response.  His thoughts had, after all, returned to Nyssa, and he couldn’t be arsed whether Verlaine sported hot pink hair or zebra-striped hair.<br/><br/>“Seems our next step would be to divvy up the six males,” Jared offered.  With that, both Reapers’ eyes gazed hungrily at the six remaining bios, though mostly at the numerous photographs in particular.