Isaria stared at her fledgling, lips parted, simply incredulous. Did he really think they were lovers? Partners in any aspect? What a naïve little boy. She pursed her lips and folded her arms across her chest, amused by his antics thus far. Amused that he imagined someone like her went on ‘’dates’’. It had been a very long time since she had deigned to do anything of the sort. She found them stuffy and dull and anyway what was the point? She was old and immortal, she didn’t have time for such foolish things. If she wanted a lover she took one. It was that simple in her book.<br/><br/>“Listen, Zen,” She began the disdain completely evident in her voice and her dark eyes narrowed at him. “I don’t think you quite understand the situation.” She smiled coolly and wrapped one of her white-blond curls around a gloved finger. “So I am going to explain it as simply as I can. We are not lovers. We do not date. I bedded you for the sole purpose of bringing you here and turning you. So that you could be my new pet. There have been countless others before you,” she shrugged, unapologetic. “I like sex and humans don’t do it for me. They don’t quite have the type of endurance I require.”<br/><br/>Isaria studied his reaction with a single eyebrow arched. Out of all her past toys none had reacted quite like this. Perhaps he was too young for this after all.<br/><br/>“I am a vampire, you are a vampire. We do not eat what humans do, we feed from the living. I am your sire, your mistress, as it were and whether or not you obey me is no longer a choice you can make.” Smirking she reached out and tugged on his tie, bringing him close and pressing her small body up against his. “Are you beginning to understand?”