Bertoldo couldn't help himself, he laughed. It was a short, quiet laugh, barely audible even, but a laugh nonetheless. Of course once the amusement subsided and he realised her request was serious, his expression shifted dramatically into one of confusion mixed with concern.
There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted more of her blood. Not only was it morning, where he could test whether her promise of being exposed to sunlight without harm had any validity, but her blood fuelled him with such power that he'd never felt before. The blood's rich taste aside, that power could be heavily addictive on its own. So yes, he would have given anything to immediately use such an invite to his own advantage, but something was holding him back. She was a Queen, a guest in his home, and although they'd known each for all of a few hours, he'd come to respect her in some small way.
"I should not want it, but... it seems you have an effect on me as well... and..." She continued, before her voice trailed off and she moved closer. Bertoldo visibly tensed, clamping his jaw shut and pursing his lips. He could hear her heart racing, and the thought of consuming more of her blood was causing his fangs to lengthen once more, so much so that they were digging into his lips, threatening to emerge. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on was drawing him closer, causing her to seem more irresistible, and he got the strange feeling that this strong attraction wasn't entirely natural. "Please," she spoke up once more, now close enough that whatever was left of his logic and free thought had dissolved, and the only thing left behind was the uncontrollable desire to sink his teeth in. It was decided then.
"Sir," a familiar voice called from down the hallway as Bertoldo was wrapping his arms around Erieda's waist, drawing her forward to close the small gap left between them. "Sir..." the voice called again, as one hand trailed a path up her back to her shoulder, fingers pulling at the fabric that covered her skin until it slipped a small ways down her arm. "SIR!" Whoever the voice belonged to, they were far too brave for the Vampire's liking. Bertoldo's head snapped up, teeth bared as a feral snarl rose from his throat. The Council member stood frozen at the top of the staircase, as if the sudden display of aggression was one she was not used to seeing from the Lord. It took only a moment for her to turn and flee. Bertoldo was not in any state to think reasonably, but even so, doing this out in the open corridor was too much of a risk.
His hands moved from her back and he grabbed her by the wrist, a little roughly, to lead her back into his study regardless of the mess he'd created and then tried to hide. As soon as the door closed behind them he had her against the wall. The hand on her wrist held her harm against it, and he used the weight of his own body to pin hers in place while he lowered his head to her shoulder once more. His teeth scraped the surface of her skin, before they pierced it with such force that he had a hard time swallowing the blood as it oozed out. He felt it dribbling down his chin, staining the collar of his white shirt, and after only a short time he'd had his fill. His tongue flicked over the wounds to heal them, but even once he'd withdrawn his teeth from her shoulder, he couldn't bring himself to step away. Still pinning her in place, he rested his forehead against the wall and tried to regain his composure, his breathing still laboured.