"What do you mean, this isn't a dream?" Lukas asked, alarmed then realized something. "Wait, you're not conjured by mind–it's the real you."
"It's the real me, yes and I am aghast at how lascivious you are–even for your age. Is this really what all youngsters think about nowadays?" Drusilla massaged her forehead.
"How did you get here?"
"I found you worthy and have resided in some part of you now. Surely the fact that the simple dagger that was given to you manages to disappear and reappear when you wish is a sign that something more has happened than just mere agreement." Drusilla narrowed her eyes.
"Wait you didn't exactly ask permission–"
"Does that matter now?" Drusilla clicked her tongue.
"Yes, there's something called privacy at work." Lukas protested.
"Hah! What matters right now is that something happened and I realized that you are not quite who you claim to be. You're not exactly a Vampire are you."
"I never claimed to be anything." Lukas replied.
