Marcel seemed to get over his surprise and was now in a state of icy calm. His red eyes somehow displaying what made you feel like a show of ice so cold it would burn more then fire. He was looking deeply into Missie's eyes, and his grin feel to a more subtle smile. One that might have been called cute, or handsome had it not been for his ever so malevolent eyes. "Punish you, Dear Missie? what on earth are you speaking of..." he murmured softly. He tipped her chin up much like he had before, and peered around, as if trying to find something. Only this time it was more basic then the last. Finally, he let her chin back down and peered at her hand. "It seems, that this may be easier on you. I just want to educate you, not kill you- after all... if I kill you, how will you learn more about what this castle truly is to me, and too all its inhabitants... including you my lovely Missie."<br/><br/>He cupped her right hand gently in his own, holding onto the back with his left and her fingers with his right. It took no effort at all to turn her hand so her palm was exposed. "My Lovely Missie, I am not doing something so frivolously called "punishment" as you spoke of." Marcel glanced up at her with his pale face shadowed by his blond hair. "Although it is next to impossible to eat what Servants offer, the servants themselves are fair game," he explained. "Don't worry, it does not hurt, but it does not feel like the movies or stories say either. In fact, more then a few of those legends or myths about us is untrue... to an extent."<br/><br/>Marcel held her hand more firmly, and bit softly into her wrist. He was not able to sink his sharp Canines or his Premolars in very deep as he would permanently damage it. Though he learned a few tricks over the centuries. The feeding could have been called unpleasant. Just as surprisingly for Marcel as well... It was as soon as he tasted her blood that he realized he only wanted more and more. It was more then like his first feeding. It was as though he was made into a vampire just recently, starved, and then given a single drop for his years of efforts. Marcel had not known how much time had passed, but he managed to finally let go. The Lordly vampire noted how long the streams were running from his lips, and how he was practically fighting to breath as if deprived of air.<br/><br/>He now felt himself holding on to the table with the tea for support, all his energy having left him. Wiping the blood from his jaw and neck, his pale skin left two red stains streaked to one direction. Just at one glance to the girl with her bitten wrist was enough to make him want more. His chest was feeling tight, and his body suddenly felt warm. Not only that, but his face was hot and was looking slightly rosy, especially due to his pale skin.<span style="font-style: italic">What is this feeling? and why... why am I feeling it?</span>he wondered irritably.<span style="font-style: italic">It is worse then when I saw her down with the others, stronger... and I don't know how to stop it</span>he thought while all in an upset. For the first time in a long time, Marcel's eyes were not icy or cold. They held a warmth as he looked at Missie, and the red which once seemed so cruel and fearsome now looked lonely and sad.<br/><br/>Marcel looked away from her and toward the floor.<span style="font-style: italic">I don't know why I feel this way, but my veins feel as though on fire... I need her to leave... I need her to leave me alone... just like before...</span>he decided. "Please, leave me be... now that you know what I am, you can imagine just what happened to those other girls and what I did to Anne. So like I said, leave." He was still not looking at her, and did not offer up any indication that he was going to.