The maiden drew back quickly, placing both hands over her mouth, her face burning and her cheeks red as two roses,
"What was that?!"
Klaus licked his own lips, staring at her with his eyes now a golden brown, in an expression of who prepares his next speech carefully,
"Wasn't it good? Wasn't it different?"
"That was a kiss! A kiss from man and woman!"
Klaus suppressed a laugh, and stared at the ceiling for a moment, pretending to ponder,
"I think that it has many names, but the names don't matter anyway. What matters is whether it was good or not."
He swiveled the chair where she was sitting, turning her to him, and crouched in front of her. It kind of made her a bit dizzy.
"Your thirst inspired me. I wanted to taste the wine from your mouth. And its taste too…"
