Vytheril's eyes followed with Carmilla as she spoke, recalling that similar smirk fade into something more sinister at the flip of a coin. He'd heard the stories, though he was graciously never present when they'd occurred. His eyes blinked as his expression remained stoic as she went on to make her demands known to him perfectly clear. It was when she spoke to him in a somewhat sultry manner about what that request was, it had him blink once and his mouth slightly opening.<br/><br/>Carmilla never had asked him to provide her sexual services in the past. He recalled a rare event where she'd requested him to retrieve a towel from the opposite room just out of pure chance of walking past her doorway. He also remembered how she rewarded him by stepping out of the troth pre-maturely to reveal to him a section of her body before being shoo'ed away. That was three years ago, and it very much was an event to remember for him. The very idea had garnered him butterflies in his stomach because he'd longed for laying in bed with his wife, who he hadn't seen in many years.<br/><br/>Vytheril softly reached his right hand out for the papers she'd extended out to him, handling it with greater care than the last time as he tipped his head once forward and firmly acknowledged. "Yes, m'Lady." When he was finally granted his departure, his feet clapped into the stone floor, heard through out the room and eventually leaving for where he was destined to. Ten minutes of walking, he'd found himself in the Falkenstein library down an additional floor. The cool room and its dimly lit atmosphere allowed him to recollect his thoughts as he secured the parchment in the back room. He was trying to think of a way out, as he couldn't find himself being able to fornicate with Carmilla. But at the same time, the opposite side of his brain had him imagining the act which only further aroused the man into out-listening to sanity.<br/><br/>He followed Carmilla's request as diligently as he could, making haste through the halls and back for her grand hall once again. His figure stood on the outside of the door, contemplating for a couple of seconds before he'd summoned the courage to enter through the wooden side door. His presence now known as he began to slowly wander further into the center of the room. His elegantly trimmed beard and black hair his own signature trade mark along his stocky frame.