The unasked question leaves silence between them for the time it takes the vampire to realise no conclusion is incoming. His mouth twitches and he looks over the Death Knight's face. "The things your eyebrows say… No. No. Lieselotte is a talented hostess, that is all."
"I should ask what you are doing here," he says instead of answering Harrowheart's questions. "I do not know much about Death Knights, only what the people whisper, but is it normal for you to surround yourself with the living? I think every undead being who has any wits left needs a goal, something to hunger for. For vampires that is usually blood, or life, or sex. But you…" He tilts his head, dark eyes staring deeply into Harrowheart's bright lights. "What does a Death Knight hunger for?"
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Date: 2017-08-15 04:24 pm (UTC)"I should ask what you are doing here," he says instead of answering Harrowheart's questions. "I do not know much about Death Knights, only what the people whisper, but is it normal for you to surround yourself with the living? I think every undead being who has any wits left needs a goal, something to hunger for. For vampires that is usually blood, or life, or sex. But you…" He tilts his head, dark eyes staring deeply into Harrowheart's bright lights. "What does a Death Knight hunger for?"