He led the young woman along, a light grin playing on his lips as she stumbled over words. He didn't need to see the blush that had risen on her cheeks, he could<em>smell</em>her arousal and what delicious arousal it was. However, instead of making her feel more nervous than she already was, he coolly answered, "No, this isn't really where I find myself on most nights. However, I'm some what of acquaintances with the people who own the club and they're looking to promote it. You could say I'm a known name to people like these," he explained.<br/><br/>He pulled her close to him, having reached the dance floor, his hands taking no slow route in finding firm purchase on her hips. "My name is Eldon," he murmured, lips and breath brushing against her ear. A sea of sweaty bodies around them seemed to slow and dull, nothing but a quiet murmur of background noise. It was as if a vacuum of silence had formed around the two and every little quaver of a breath of theirs was amplified. It didn't take long for Eldon's charm to be cast over a human and he was perhaps the most powerfully charming of his kind, after all, he'd had much practice. "The people in this room, all of them are as soulful as droids. But you," he breathed into her ear, "You're a delicacy. It's almost like a sense, I'd relate it closely to scent and taste. It starts in your chest and lines the back of your throat, buzzes in your head and tingles at your most sensitive of places," with that he roughly tugged her hips closer to his, his own hips slowly gyrating against hers as if to emphasize his last few words. "It simmers, until you can feel every last sense hungering for it, it boils over," he murmurs seductively, "That's what sensing a soul is like, intoxicating. And you, dove, have a lot of soul." He leaned in to leave a trail of heated kisses against her neck, his claim on territory that now belonged to him.<br/><br/>Though, as soon as that trail of kisses ended that horrid scent of<em>dog</em>filled his mingled in the air. A hiss fell from his lips and he snatched himself away. It had been a trap, and even the werewolves had been pawns in that one. This wasn't coincidence, it was politics. He had had a bad feeling hanging over his head ever since he had first met the man, but his advisors had assured him he was important tool to help secure their race's existence. Eldon besides being a shadow, or "vampire" as legend called them, was the leader of not just one clan of shadows, but of all of them. He was Prince of their world and he had just been sabotaged by his own people. His father kept deep in slumber and would for many centuries more. Eldon had been left the throne to rule and had done so quite well for centuries. He grit his teeth, darkened eyes setting directly on the werewolf, in his human form. Taking a moment, Eldon reserved much of his power in keeping his father safe from his own blood-thristy, back-stabbing race before pushing Adrianna slightly behind him and facing the man before him. Despite still being quite vulnerable, Eldon had left himself vulnerable in exchange for his father's safety and the rule on their kingdom. He was now reduced to being almost as strong as your average vampire. And one vampire was no match for a were-wolf like this or a league of them, which he could now sense outside. "She's mine, dog," Eldon managed a grin, despite his vulnerable position. Fear was not some thing Eldon was familiar with and he wouldn't start familiarizing himself to it now.