"How thoughtful," Ritter Albrecht spoke, his tone almost mocking in its appreciation. "I shall be but a moment," he spoke, already going to attend to his morning ritual of dressing and preening as he now ignored the squire. Though not being particularly modest about it, Wulf would easily get the feeling that von Schwarz would not want him idling about in his chambers as he got dressed for the day (or night, rather.) Once ready, he made his way to the chambers, to begin the evening's crucial affairs.<br/><br/>This one was terribly pretty. Even though she had covered up well, she could not hope to completely obscure all of her luscious, full curves. In another time, von Schwarz would have been inflamed with lust at a mere glance at such a beauty, for he was without the remorse and guilt brought on by faith that might have doused his raw, carnal desire. Peasant girls like this were the best; they were not terribly difficult to seduce when before a man of noble stature, and when he returned them to their families without their maidenhood there was nothing they could hope to do but grumble and bury their resentment of their better.<br/><br/>Yet... there was no such feeling of yearning, his body cold to such mortal wants. All he knew was that he was hungry, and she had blood. Against this primal urge, what distant memories of blazing lust were but cinders. "Come, woman," he spoke, gesturing for her to come over to him, so that he might begin to feed. The procedure was as before; turn her about, cover her eyes, and then, press his sharp, ivory fangs into her soft, supple flesh...