Listening to Elara talk, Cyne started questioning the race of vampire as a whole. Remembering books about vipers, and how their fangs folded into their mouths when shut, the way certain insects would release special fluid to numb their victims. What sort of effects would a vampiric bite have? He hadn't ever studied one up close, other than on the battle field, and needless to say... Those bites weren't ever intimate. Did this venom of theirs work on anything, or only mortals?<br/><br/>"Elara, if you wouldn't mind, I actually would like to see a donation, I am very intrigued to learn about how your race works. Mind me, I mean that in the most respectful way possible."<br/><br/>He smiled, before looking around him. The ruins were cold and quiet, and he could hear his own breathing. He listened to hear Elara's breathing, before second guessing. Do vampires even breathe? Ignoring the questions still popping into his head, he tried to survey the surroundings the best he could. It smelled like ruins alright, the ancient stones musk reaching his nose in an exciting fashion as he realized he was possibly the first human to ever explore this particular ruin.<br/><br/>"What is the history of this place Elara? Does it have any significance to your history, or is it simply a ruin of an old culture you wanted to share with your curious Prince?"<br/><br/>This time, he looked at her, hoping to see any form of reaction to how he'd addressed himself. Cyne wasn't oppressed to the idea of spending the rest of his natural life here. It was saving countless members of his own race, keeping his realm safe, but he didn't like the sound of slave or prisoner when it rolled across his thoughts.