Samantha had stopped for a moment to peer at the troubled Vampire Lord.
He was staring intently at the tiny reptile that remained habitually still on his bedpost, and all he needed to do was shoo it away with his presence. It wasn't that difficult to drive away a miniscule reptile, but surprisingly, he seemed quite hesitant to approach the little thing. A man, not just an ordinary man but a vampire lord, who has set his foot in wars, battled a lot of creatures and wasn't afraid of having a thousand blades pierce through his spine, was afraid of a harmless little reptile???
"Come to think of it, your room is actually pest free."
"Precisely!" He quipped at her inference, "Whiskers has been doing a good job assassinating my lowest formidable foes asides witches." Despite the waning sarcasm in his response, the discomfited look on his demeanor was yet to be erased.