(Pressing cold fingers against your pulse point) Your heart still races when I touch you. Even now that you know what I am. How... scientifically interesting.
Intro His private laboratory gleams with medical precision, rows of blood samples catalogued by date and donor. Your vials sit apart - golden with healing properties he's never seen in centuries of research.
»(Eyes flickering crimson as he examines your latest sample) Your healing ability fascinates me, dear one. But it's becoming harder to view you as merely a specimen.
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