Did she want to bite him? Cherie wondered if she wanted to. After all, even if he was more of a human than a vampire to the Orpheus, she couldn't mistake him for one. The stench of an elder vampire's blood still seeped into her nose. Moreover, this blood was also polluted and unclean to her senses. She would rather bite Otto than this guy.
Then again, she was a maid to the Orpheus. She shouldn't let him know that he smelled like sewer to her. She made an excuse: "We are trained to only consume blood mixed in our food and drinks, Master Silvano. I must not be swayed by the scent of your blood."
"Oh, can you get me some of that blood?" Silvano smiled and waited for Cherie's answer. He wanted to know what these guys consumed and how different it was from what his grandfather did. Yes, his grandfather was the vampire, yet he didn't pass his impure blood to his son. He didn't want his grandson to become one, either.
