Alexa believed Puternic's gesture of cutting himself in order to pour some blood into her glass of wine to be dramatic. In a good sense. It proved how much he wanted to please her in that regard as well, which was always a good thing in her never-humble opinion. However, she did not expect for Lugoj to take a similar course of action with an altogether different  kind of purpose.<br/><br/>When the male human approached to place his hand on her, Alexandra did not flinch. Nor when he pulled out the sharp razor, sliding it across his pale skin did the vampiress move. The scent of his blood was heavy and dense, imbued with darkness. She sure as hell had no idea what darkness smelled or tasted like, but Lugoj reeked of it. And then his pain surged into her, magically changed into pleasure. Ah, yes, that surely forced her to move, or rather her muscles and nerves did, tingling in an odd, unexpected way at first, then the sensation heightened, turning into something dense, deep and dark. It felt...delightfully sinful.<br/><br/>He pulled away before she did. This was not something to toy with, Alexa thought, realizing only then that her hands were clutched on the werewolf's arm, painfully so. How did he do that? What was that? Was it something she could learn to do herself? For a brief moment the female vampire envisioned herself acuiring Lugoj' skill. The power she would have over the others! Turning pain into pleasure and the other way around. Delving into their nerves and muscles like that, taking over their bodies and senses through her own. It did not sound much different from what she was doing already, truth be told, but it was<em>different</em>. This was darker and much more intense. It was dangerous and that made Lugoj a real threat. She didn't buy his friendliness. No one who acquired such skills in the dark arts could be that friendly.<br/><br/>Alexa took a deep breath the moment he left to search for Kilo. She didnt't realize she was helding it in until then. The soaring sensation didn't vanish as quickly as she thought it will, instead it dripped slowly out of her like blood drops pouring out of a superficial cut.<br/><br/>She found herself alone with Puternic once more, as close as they could be in that moment. It felt as if they never parted to begin with.<br/><br/>"Do you plant to wear that for the ball?" she asked arching an eyebrow. He was so primitive in his tastes, it intrigued her.<br/><br/>Soon enough Vivian walked down wearing her glamorous white dress and then Kor got back into the Inn himself, bumping into her. The scene did not escape Alexa's gaze, she really had a knack for detail. It seemed that Korono's ball was really about to begin.<br/>