Dracula's eyes widened, his expression an intricate tapestry of surprise and curiosity as he took in the sight of the knife pressed towards his throat.
"And where did you get that?" he inquired, his voice laced with a mix of fascination and suspicion as he gazed upon Lilith. "Did you think to use that against me, little mortal?"
Lilith scoffed, rolling her eyes at his ridiculous statement. "Why do you want to wipe away my memory?" She went on to question Dracula, ignoring the fact that he had thrown a question towards her way.
Lilith had gotten the knife from her handbag because earlier this morning she had used it to slice a portion of cake at the restaurant Morgana works in.
Dracula let out a long, weary sigh, the weight of eternity seemingly pressing down upon his shoulders as he spoke.
