"Yes, one advantage to vampiricism I suppose, especially these days", he comments idley<br/><br/>He stands up slowly after the initial hit of the sudden offer, walking over to where she was sitting, without her clothing, very blatantly looking her over again with the better viewpoint to assist.<br/><br/>"Admittedly, a mage has to practice their powers more often than a vampire to improve their potency, and thus I am often preoccupied with that to the point that....well, my experience isn't quite what you would expect with my age", he says with a slight sigh, glancing upwards, "But I have...enough, I suppose"<br/><br/>In perhaps an unneeded display, his coat and shirt transform into a shadowy substance and seem to pool and then crawl off of him, moving over to and reforming on the chair in a folded pile. His own build is quite healthy, decently toned if not overly muscled, but somehow in a way that makes him look better than if he<em>was</em>built like a strongman. One of his own benefits, the control over life a necromancer commanded gave him what his mind deemed the perfect physique.<br/><br/>"However, I assume you have never experienced the pleasure of a mage then, seeing as you say you've never found one worth talking to before now", he concludes, raising a brow to ask for confirmation, "So we'd be on equal levels in that regard?"<br/><br/>Unable to help himself, he places a hand near the top of her chest, assuming she doesn't stop him, fingers stroking down gently and stopping at her lower stomach, feeling her nearly perfect, yet still.... undead skin, then pulling the hand back.<br/><br/>"So...anything specific you had in mind?", he asks, grinning somewhat as he again lifts an eyebrpow