The elder vampire was seated in a chair in his lavish new manor. He knew he had a lot of explaining to do as the fledgling vampire woke up from the death sleep. He smiled at the young man gently, and said in a voice with a heavy yet undiscernable accent. "It's all right, Henry. You are safe now. The man that did this to you is, in my dungeon. He wont be able to hurt you anymore."<br/><br/>"Are you thirsty, Henry? I have a bottle of blood wine over here. Get up. Have a drink with me. It is the remedy for what ails you, my friend."<br/><br/>When he saw the hesitation in the other man's eyes, he took a sip from his own glass. "It's perfectly fine. I promise. If you are worried about the source dont be, it is my blood, and I am obviously still sitting here alive. No harm has come to anyone else this night."