Lord Vance sat on the bed behind her and took the brush to her hair, gently working out the knots. As soon as the bristles met resistance, he'd stop, move the brush back up, and back down again, each time getting just a little further. A little closer to untangling her hair.<br/><br/>"While I think it's silly how much mortals protect their virginity, it is something I understand. I was human once too," he said. Secretly, the mere fact that she'd stated she wanted to remain a virgin for tonight filled his heart with lustful hopes, but also a strange tenderness he'd not felt in... longer than he could remember. It was possible that the last time he felt that tenderness was when Bianca was around. Considering the heart-ache that led to, he found he hated it and loved it all at once.<br/><br/>Gently, he brushed out her long curls, his fingers running through her soft hair, enjoying the silky smooth feeling. "Human lives are so short, and yet humans still say they wish to wait. Wait to lose their virginity. Wait to be married. Wait to work a job. Wait for Christmas or whatever other holiday to give gifts. Wait for the right moment to express the love they hold in their hearts. My dear young lady, take it from someone whose life is long since over, you'll do plenty of waiting when you are dead. Now is the time to live."<br/><br/>He sighed, his fingers slipping past her soft curls to gently stroke the flesh of her bare back. His fingertips slid down to the small of her back, then back up to her curls again. "But, at the same time, part of life is also having control over one's self, and if you don't choose such things as how you use your body and when you're not living a life, but life is living you. You are not a beast, not like the animals in the woods out there. Not like me. You have a right to choose to do with your body as you please..."<br/><br/>He brought her hair over to one side, exposing her long, slender neck. "There is only one thing you have no right to deny me... no right at all... your blood belongs to me." For several more moments, he brushed her long hair, all the while his eyes transfixed on the vein in her neck. Finally, he moved in and planted a gentle kiss on the side of her neck, his breath tickling her flesh, just before his needle-like fangs sank into her.<br/><br/>The initial bite was a sharp pain, but immediately afterward he released his venom into her. His venom was like an opiate, first numbing the pain, then filling her with dizzying euphoria, as if she were in an opium den. Not that he expected she'd ever had such an experience before. He held her softly but firmly as he fed, taking just a little more blood than he needed in order to see if she would fight him on this or if she would submit to him in this way. All the while, he kept up the gentle strokes in her hair, hoping to make her feel cherished.