Elion composed himself and, with a serious expression, replied, "In that case, I guess I'll just have to risk my life fighting a seventh-stage beast to bring you some of its blood, Seri."
Seraphina chuckled at his dramatic reply. She leaned closer, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she licked her lips seductively before whispering softly in his ear, "I don't want the blood of a seventh-stage beast, El. I want yours."
Elion's defenses began to crumble once more. 'This isn't a vampire princess,' he thought, 'she's a succubus princess in disguise!'
"I-I don't think you'll like my blood, Seri. Wouldn't you rather have blood from stronger creatures?" Elion stammered.
"Whether I'll like it or not, we'll only know once I taste it, right?" Seraphina replied with a sly smile.
