The vampire gazed at the other in a bit of surprise before dark hues narrowed suspiciously. Lips pursed and he pondered on the man’s words, curious as to what exactly he meant. There was a part of him that had been sparked with intrigue, he wouldn’t lie, but that didn’t mean he would easily trust this fellow – after all, he did put a stake through his chest. “I do not suppose you are proposing to use my artistic abilities?” No, this didn’t smell like a mere ‘painting a portrait’ request. “Pray tell, what exactly is it that you do, Mr.-?”

_{“think of it this way,” he said, arms crossing over his chest. “you do as i ask and you get to keep your worthless life in-tact.” or, in other words, ky wouldn’t end up shoving a stake through him or worse. though, ky knew his word couldn’t be trusted in this – not around vampires. he despised them to the point where he’d have them all eliminated, but then again..he couldn’t have everything he wanted. not entirely. “– and no more questions.”}