The vampiress's fierce red eyes had scared him at first but now, not so much. Those red eyes were a bit unnerving but it hadn't been the first time he had seen a vampire with red eyes, nor was it the first time he had heard the old 'I am Your Master Do As I Say or Else Speech'. Darrik had played the game so long, but he had yet to meet his match, no one had broken him yet... they had tried but all had failed.<br/><br/>"As you wish," he replied giving a slight bow to hide his smirk as she did the typical vampire walk around. Darrik had been a slave around vampires far too long to be intimidated by the tactic. Most creatures had a natural fear inherent and dread of vampires. In a way Darrik had been desensitized at a very young age, he had been trained be confident and to flaunt his body and show off his veins in the most enticing and sensual ways. He had learned that most vampires were all talk and no bite... so far Lady Luna had let him get away with murder and it intrigued him... Guenevere would have been fuming with rage by now... but the vampire in the red dress, she hadn't... she had seemingly almost ignored it.<br/><br/>Darrik lowered his wrist as she ignored the offering and his playful glowing blue eyes followed her as she circled him.  He didn't so much as flinch as she poked and prodded at him, in fact he seemed to invite her touch, he even tilted his chin back exposing his neckline for her, as she circled him.  Being a pleasure slave, Darrik had learned to love the attention and he was by no means shy.<br/><br/>When she inquired about his limits on pain, Darrik arched his brow inquisitively, and he licked his lips showing off the stud in his pierced tongue in a slow sexy flirtatious movement.<br/><br/>"hmmm," he hummed thoughtfully, the chains rattled lightly as he reached up to stroke his chin. "So you are one of those masochists," he mused out loud, and then gave her a disdainful downward glance as if she were his inferior.  "Why? Do you like pain, Lady Lunesta?" he inquired, "Do you have a secret submissive side? Do you want me to punish you?" he asked her. Darrik knew she was asking him if he had any limits, but instead he twisted the question around as if He would be the master and She would be his slave.<br/><br/>He grinned mischievously and crossed his arms over his chest, "I am slave, you should know my only limits are the ones that the master allows," he teased.  "What are your limits? Lady Luana? how badly do you want to suffer?" he asked.