Izolda's lips curved subtly again as she offered the father a smile, letting her gaze flash at him almost shyly out of the corner of her eye. If she didn't have to talk too much, she could play the role of a shy beauty. It was typically her words that gave her away and allowed others to see that she was no maid and had never really been. Reaching up, Izolda gently placed her ghostly hand upon the gentleman's shoulder and canted her head to the side to gaze at him from that odd angle. She smiled openly, alabaster fangs flashing in the dim candlelight for the briefest of moments as Jonathan assured her of Lyanna's helping her learn the vulgar English language. Her eyes cut momentarily across the table in time to see the displeased look on the red-heads face. "This would be...hmm...most...how you say, pleasing? Yes?" she said softly, her brows raising a fraction as her eyes returned to Jonathan.<br/><br/>Naturally as Master approached the red vixen, Izolda's attentions were justifiably drawn from Jonathan to Vlad's actions. Of course Jonathan was watching the exchange too. Izolda and Master perhaps shared very similar nature's and not just because he had turned her and she was irrevocably his, but in the very dark base of their spirits they seemed almost twin. When Lyanna took the proffered bloom, Izolda sighed with regret that there was no longer a thorn for her to prick her finger and therefore no gasp of breath between two flushed lips and alas, no blossom of dark ruby to contrast such pale, virgin skin. Without paying much attention to her actions, the hand that she had resting on Jonathan's shoulder slipped up and the tips of her fingers grazed the aging flesh beneath his ear. She could feel the hot flutter of his pulse beneath the skin and her gaze smoldered with blood lust as she returned her gaze to him while Master suggested they retire. "I would happily show my Lord to his chambers if it would please him...?" she whispered hotly, her strange eyes focusing boldly on his face.<br/><br/>As she stood, anticipating that the old man would not have a problem with her showing him to his room, she glanced towards Master, her simmering eyes peering at him beguilingly through her heavy lashes. Ah, thanks to the stubborn, red-headed maiden this was going to prove to be a most pleasing night, full of hot, red lust.