Hy vant to know more about our young vard. Hy hope it's a boy, Hy hope it's several boyz. Precious, tashty hyung tings...  Ve vill vatch dem grow und ripen into shtrappink hyung men: idealishtic und innocent, vantink to change de vorld for de bettah, villink to sacrifice all for deir god, deir country und deir honor. Then ve vill pluck dem from de vine und drink uf deir virtue until dere iz noting left bot vile emptiness und bloodlust. Tristeria said and let out a chilling cackle at the thought. Oh if he could only be so lucky.<br/><br/>"Zaine Vhaldmooor? Vell hundsome, hyu certainly don't hef de vord 'Vempire' vritten all over hyu." The Widow Queen was just being playful and sarcastic. He winked at the other man. "Hy em jeshtink darlink. Zhe embrace iz a vonderful ting und it suits hyu zo vell. . . "<br/><br/>The others spoke up one by one, mostly about their bodies. "Hy em very pleased vit diz genotype. It blends perfectly vit my dark magic. " He said, and turned to the large demonic beast. "Hy applaud your individuality. You physique iz impressive und hyu hef de a very enticink smile. " The horrid form of the Glabrezu seemed to just entice the glamorous fey creature.<br/><br/>"A few beaotiful vemen und a beink uf pure thought. Vot an eclectic groop ve are." Tristeria had a good feeling about the whole arrangement. Then he looked right into the Operatives eyes and tilted his head flirtatiously, as if he was opening himself for a kiss. "Now my dear sveet ting. Tell me more. Tell me everyzing. . ."<br/><br/><br/><br/>