As blood rushed to Tanzy's cheeks, Damian's gums throbbed behind his closed lips. He could smell her blood. It was intoxicatingly tempting. His thumb lingered, tilting his head a bit. Tanned skin was not something he saw ordinarily, so he found it fascinating. Still, he was hungry, and he would not be able to quell his thirst just by staring at her. Soon, she wouldn't enjoy him as much as she seemed to be. Soon, she wouldn't look at him like that. They never did, after they were introduced to the monster that hid behind his impressive appearance. He had never met a woman, nor a man that could handle the truth. Every human he ever met cowered with fear, begging for mercy. While he enjoyed inflicting pain, none of them seemed to appreciate it. Just once, he wanted someone who wouldn't cry and scream every time he felt like having a little fun.
"You don't wish me to clean anything your Highness? Nothing at all?"
Sighing a bit, his ruby gaze shifted to the books sprawled out across the room. He knew they could be damaged the way they were... it couldn't hurt to stack them neatly, but he would not allow any of them to be taken out, regardless of if she ran out of places to put them. Here, at least they were safe from his brothers and their antics. He refused to subject his books to possible rips, tears, or any other fate his brothers deemed fit for his personal belongings. He would let her clean if that's really what she wanted. She seemed to be the type that wasn't happy unless they were busy anyhow, "Fine. If you insist you may nearly stack them, but not a single one leaves this room. Understood?" He warned her. It was going to be a challenging feat, even with the various bookshelves in his chamber. He was definitely a hoarder of literature.
"Claudio...you mean the King Regent? I shall try if you wish me to, but...might I be allowed to ask why?"
His teeth gritted as she mentioned that bastard by his name. Just hearing it put him in a bad mood, he hated just the sound of it. His hand retreated from her cheek, afraid that he would not be able to control himself. He did not want to hurt her, not like that, at least. Not yet, "He's not my brother. As you may already know, I was adopted. He is not my actual brother and furthermore he's a fake, he is not the person he presents himself to be... You may even come to thank me one day for that particular rule. He informed her. He really didn't care if Claudio found out or not, but he wasn't about to have his maid believing Claudio was an all around nice guy, especially once she realized just how terrible Damian was. He couldn't have her coveting his nemesis, Claudio, she was his maid, and he forbade it.
"B-beautiful? You think me beautiful, highness?"
Smirking at her innocent response, Damian closed his eyes. He was not used to such purity, he usually killed his victims far before he discovered how cute they could be. It was a pity really, but he supposed that since he had to keep this one alive he would have plenty of time to toy around with it. When his eyes reopened, there was a mischevious glimmer in them, "Didn't I already say that, love?" he teased, leaning in so their faces were only a few inches apart. Both of his forearms barring her in place, he decided to tease her a bit more, "Or...do you just like hearing me say it?" He whispered in her ear, letting his breath dance across the outer edges, his lips barely grazing the skin there.
"I....I'm...Thank you."
Almost, he almost felt criminal for what he was about to do, "Don't thank me yet..." he chuckled a bit, though it was obvious he felt a little guilty about something. He had been in this game for far too long though. He wouldn't let anything get between him and the mesmerizing smell that came from her jugular. Lowering his head to her neck, his hand pulled her collar out of the way, just to be certain that what he was about to do would not taint her clothes. Before she could make any protests, Damian sank his fangs into her neck without warning, wrapping one arm quickly around her waist, the other holding her right hand against the door, making sure she couldn't fight him too much. His bite was greedy, a little rougher than typical, but he wasn't as violent as usual. He didn't want to scare her too much, this early in the game. Taking a gulp of the crimson liquid, he sighed against her skin, enjoying her taste quite a bit. He knew the venom would help ease her nerves...and depending on her tolerance for pain, even his bite might lead to a sense of euphoria, as their venom was an aphrodisiac. His grip was strong, authoritative, but mostly it was for her own good. If she fought him it would unnecessarily rip the skin. He didn't want to waste a drop of her blood, nor did he want her endangering herself.