For several minutes, Ignatious didn't know what to say in response to Nyrielle's question. His Mistress didn't press him either. Instead, she retrieved a bottle of wine from the table nearby and poured a goblet of the crisp, sweet white wine that was favored by High Lord Hamdi favored to wash the taste of blood from his mouth.
The wine tickled her nose with notes of fresh fruit and hints of oak that made her wonder if she should raid Hamdi's cellars for a few bottles to share with Ashlynn when they reunited. The thought of Ashlynn's giggling and slightly confused drunkenness, when they met with High Lady Erna, put a smile on the vampire's lips that would have brightened the room if it weren't so at odds with the rest of the woman wearing it.
The lingering scent of the late Commander Skool's blood still clung to her, and her features combined with her wings to turn even the gentlest of smiles at least somewhat predatory.
