Velve didn't skip a beat as he was informed that the woman he was speaking with wasn't even alive. In truth, he was not used to encountering the undead, who were rarely employed by the drow. However, the description "blood drinker" told him what he considered important, as it made it clear that he was dealing with a naturally-predatory being here. Velve's expression remained calm despite the vampire's response to his statement.<br/><br/>"You assume that being of use to me implies only one of us benefitting," he said simply, "when if you were willing I'm sure we could establish a mutually-beneficial arrangement." The drow smiled softly; he had never heard the terms that she used to describe the nature of his abilities before. He had heard that those like him were known as 'shadowdancers' on the surface, but he had never cared enough to look for a name among his own people. He simply knew that he got where he needed to be and got the job done.<br/><br/>"I'm a creature of business, miss," he said simply, "and this little soiree is simply a business opportunity that I couldn't resist." Velve moved off of his seat against the side of the chair and simply crouched next to it. "But why don't we begin with your name?" he asked simply.