"Become a member of The Blood Clan?"
"Forget it."
He was afraid of attracting the attention of The Blood Clan's upper echelons.
Serestia, the aged vampire, gazed at him with glowing eyes, barely able to contain her vampiric fangs.
They would extend for a moment, then retract.
The desire to bite his neck was hardly concealed.
"It seems that words alone won't convince you, in that case, I won't hide my desires any longer. Indeed, the blood qi emanating from you holds great allure for me, and though I've been in the abyss for so long, it's the first time I've smelt such rich, sweet blood qi coming from a member of the Demon Race.
The scent of your blood qi is more delicious than the red wines I've treasured, not just the blood qi, but even the fragrance you exude.
You just had to agree to join The Blood Clan, and while I might not have been so quick to lay hands on you at first, any action might have been done through negotiation...
