He waited listening to her letting the blood pool into the golden rimmed goblet set under it. His lips curved in a relaxed and suave smile. He enjoyed watching her drink his blood. It made him feel as if he was providing for her and doing a good job at it. He sat silently listening to her request before he smirked some â€œDo not worry Dear, I will not be affected by the blood I am loosing nor will I be effected by the amount I loose. The magic that runs through my veins will keep a plentiful amount running through me. So, please feel free to have as much as you like.â€ He smiled knowing he could also heal is would in a blink of an eye. His family was descended from the gods and that bloodline held a vast wealth of magic.<br/><br/>Thane thought back to all his training. His parents knew the day he was born that he had â€˜the giftâ€™ of their ancestors when they saw the legendary birthmark on the back of his neck. A mark that to many looked like a shield made of backwards folden angel wings, where the feathers looked like small daggers each with symbols going down the blade. Though the mark took up the space of a hand it held big importance. No one had been born with it in two hundred years. It also meant he would not have to preform the ritual his parents did you produce a child. He would be able to sire a child with menimal effort when he and his betroved desired to do so. Of course having such power being held in your body he has to have a lot of ways to get it out thus, he was put through extreamly challenging training sessions. One of swords, one of thought, one of spells, and one of grace these sessions filled most of his younger selfâ€™s life. As he got older and learned to control the power  and use it as he saw fit without letting anyone else know he was even using it unless they were looking at the mark on his back of the palms of his hands where one held a sword and one held a shield.<br/><br/>" Oh no straight blood is fine, Just i wouldn't suggest , offering it too me too many times, for the more we drink from straight blood the less human we act, or seem." He barely heard her words, from his memories. â€œOh, I see. What do you prefer then? Also, forgoive me I forgot to answer about the forks. Forks are eating tools people who feed off human food can get in in their mouths without using their hands. Its consider etiquetteâ€ He listened to her continuing.<br/><br/>" I do wish though that you try and get that wound patched up, too much blood loss, can be a very bad thing for you my dear, as far as changing things i do not wish to change anything except the way , slaves , or servants are these days. I am not a fan of servants or slaves , i believe that they should be friends to us , and we should treat them as such, that we are giving them a job, but that is it, they can live like a normal person , and not have to answer to our every demand." Her words came out with kindness. He smiled hearing her honesty and thoughts toward the people who worked for them. â€œShall we call them workers and friend instead?â€ he asked curious as to how she wanted to hear them. He removed the goblet from under his bleeding hand, as he did he moved that hand under the table, his finger slipped over the wound and cealed it then and there. " I am sorry i am rattling on, my adventure here was rather typical and long to say the least." He smiled happily â€œIâ€™m glad. After your finished Iâ€™ll show you to our room. â€œ he motioned for misty to come to him, once she was there he told her go make sure all of his fianceâ€™s things made it there and were put away properly. He also asked her to make sure the 50 white roses in a heart shape on the bed while the inside was filled with red rose pedals. The very center of the heart still had the open black velvet juliary box holding the ring he wished to present to his wife. She nodded and bowed to them both â€œYour Graces I will take my leave now.â€ She curtsied and went off to do as she was told.