The ragged vampire's eyes go wide at the question. He twitches several times again, but says. "Yes. Yes! I grant you access to me domain for this night!" Slowly, the tension leaves his body, and soon, he is even able to manage a smile. "Yes, how terribly rude of me. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Micha, and this," he gestures around the room, "is my humble abode. That fool," he points to the smoldering body of the well-dressed vampire, "is, or at least was, Charles Davidson, pawn of a woman I care not to think about." He leans the bone blade against the bed, almost totally relaxed now. "Might I have the pleasure of your name, m'lady?" He leans the blade against the bed, paying no heed to the girl tied up there.<br/><br/>The fact he<em>has no nose</em>would start to reoccur to Sarah around now.