Thane stood his eyes wide by the beauty walking infront of him he almost couldnâ€™t stand it. â€œMy Queen, the forks were set as decorations.â€ He smiled picking up the vampiric scent coming from her. He walked and took all the dinning equiptment from before her after he had pulled out the chair. â€œAllow me to help you get comfortableâ€ he held out his hand and guided her into the chair. Once she was seated he stood behind her and pushed her chair in carefvully being mindfull of her kimono, his hands brushing it out and making sure it was fanned out beautifully around her seat. He was using this as a chance to show off his ability to handle things on his own and not rely on just servants.<br/><br/>Once he was pleased on the position of the chair and knew she was comfy he reached around her so his pulse was close to her face, his sinfully sweet blood was easily smelled. Each pulse was a wave of his scent flowing to her, his hands quickly and gracefully began removing the dishes she would not use. â€œI have made plans for a finer meal to be presented to you Mâ€™Lady.â€ He spoke with a smooth low voice and a kind honest smile on his lips. However his moves were intended to make her desire his blood. Missy watched taking some notes on how quickly he was able to adapt to the situation he had been given and how he was reacting without having prior information.<br/><br/>Once the table had been cleared of the settings it had prior to their meeting Thane lifted her wine class and held his hand over it. The hand hovering over the glass was clintched tightly before he opened it allowing his fresh crimson sweet scented blood to pour like rain down into the goblet. â€œThey had blood ready for you, however I do not believe in drinking  â€˜cold bloodâ€™ myself. I hope you will not mind having blood that is straight?â€ he looked to her without question in his eyes as the volume of her meal grew. Once it was full he placed it before her and clutched his wounded hand to his breast.<br/><br/>Without further words he walked and sat in his seat â€œI hope your trip here wasnâ€™t to bad. Also, if there is anything here you do not like feel free to change it. â€œ he smiled and propped his head on his folded hands . The wounded one now dripping into the wine glass he had been given, though it would not be for himself but instead incase for his Lady to have if she finished the one he had already given her.