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Dang it!

Albert took several steps back when the Morlock boy confronted him. Drank...why hadn't he thought of that? His mother said that all the time, as did his cousins and other vampires around him....he must have been so nervous he forgot.

He gulped when the vampire said his name. So he did recognize him....this wasn't good. Al wasn't sure if the whole 'I can sense it' deal was true or not. Maybe it was just his way of saying he looked weak. Which was true. Albert wasn't going to deny that. He stayed quiet as the older guy jeered. Heir of the throne....expected to...with words like that, he took that to mean that his mother was faring well in her bid. Or so he hoped.

When the guy finally stopped talking, finishing with a muttered "Strange" as he slipped his hands into his pockets, Albert decided to take the opportunity while it was still there.

"It was a pleasure running into you again, Mr. Morlock," Albert replied politely, "It's been a while, hasn't it? Perhaps we could catch up at a later time, under less chilling circumstances," he nodded to the snow before side-stepping around the darkly-clad lad, "Vaarwel for now," he finished, hoping this time the vampire would leave him alone.