Indeed, Viktor had excellent composure, and it was this trait among several that set him a tad apart from the rest of the flock. Nevertheless, his control provides little reassurances at the suddenly near frigid touch-the subtlest of hesitation in taking full grasp of the man’s hand-though he continues through the motion, a small smile pulled at the edges of his lips. Though he can’t help compare the cool touch to something almost cadaverous; he knew that feeling far too well to mistake it.
A small nod was offered, “—A pleasure to meet you Vlad,” a name which somehow bore some sense of familiarity, but disregarded it as something he likely just red in a book or perhaps during his language studies. “Of course,” he reassured him, afterall, it were only fair if he were to call [know] him by first only.
the man was an interesting one so far. the presence he carried (or lack thereof) was one that intrigued him. the vampire could not help but wonder what might be the cause of such. whether a person would just be more accustomed to sticking to the shadows or if it was deeper, he could not tell. there was little he could sense but it kept him staying and the two of them in discussion.
❛ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴇɴɢʟɪsʜ. ❜ the surname people knew him by was tepes (the imapler), but had that not been a giveaway to who he was he would have given it. instead, he took the given surname of one of his half brothers — vlad călugărul (the monk). no one knew the name but it was not the kindest to listen to other attempt to pronounce.
