"No," she said, "I am your host, after all, I do loose track of these formalities though, you understand, that in my lifetime the rules have changed quite, and of course, from place to place."<br/><br/>She extended her hand to the cabinet, and it opened, a bottle of wine and a glass floating across to the room to Lex's hands. She looked at the label for a moment. The wine was marked 1788, and it uncorked itself and she poured a glass. The cork returned to the bottle and it floated back into place, as she stood with the glass, and walked over to Steven, offering the glass.<br/><br/>"I've heard this vintage was particularly delicious," she said, "I've found it makes the blood sweeter as well, though that isn't always a good thing..."<br/><br/>She returned to her chair, and sat, now, sitting up, seeming more attentive, as her deep red eyes scanned her guest.<br/><br/>"Tell me, do you know much about how our, that is to say, Vampire, society works?" she asked.