<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #0080FF">‘At the moment.’</span></span>Alice set her jaw and said nothing.  He was probably speaking the truth.  Of all vampyr to get tangled with, it had to be this smoking hot one.  It infuriated her.  She just wanted her Daddy back.  All she had left was avenging him.  How was she going to manage it with this...THING?<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">“Do you call yourself something?”</span>She finally asked through grit teeth, dancing closer than she wanted to.  But she wanted to.<span style="color: #0080ff">“A title or name perhaps?  Or shall I just address you as Feeder?”</span><br/>___________________________________________<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"What do you mean pet?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“Oh.  Touching.”</span>Motto stopped dancing and reached up to place his hand on her cheek.  His smile was gone and he seemed to be concentrating.  If she allowed it, he would put his hand lightly against her skin and move his thumb in an awkward way before quickly bringing his hand back and holding it to himself. He was quiet for a second and the song came to an end.  Still holding his hand with downcast eyes, Motto barely remembered to bow.<br/><br/>“Please step forward and sign the contracts of your bond.”  The High Council members stood and waited for the newlyweds to approach.  Two holographic parchments flickered into view on either side of the members.  They were large and horizontal, the print was extremely small.