It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. You will always kneel.
Every move he made was calculated and meticulous at this moment. The same could not be said for everything he did for Drago was a creature of passion as much as precision. He swung tempers from mild to crazed in a matter of minutes. Some humans might say he needed to take some bi-polar medicine but that was off the table; he was just fine, in his own mind. All he needed was a bit of freedom. In order to achieve a freedom from beneath the Council's archaic hold, he needed power, and he was on the verge of finding such power. Power enough to protect himself and stretch his limits. Drago was a megalomaniac - he envisioned a world in which he was the alpha creature and the supernaturals he hunted? They were his subordinates. It was a glorious dream. A dream that had never once passed his lips - after all, what kind of friend would he make anyways?
For being a creature of the underworld she is awfully obeying, he thinks. There is a touch of fear in her figure, rightfully so, but he did not see the sort of prideful belief in her own superiority that others had expressed before. It is enticing in a way, gives him a rush as she concedes to him. Even goes so far as to admit to being hungry and he responds with a pleased grin, as if she gained points just for her honesty from him. Danger was one thing, but he also knew how to reach out to those weaker than him and cultivate a sense of power there by offering them praise and pride because who did not want to feel as if they had done something great? "Ah, hunger can always wait," he said dismissively, as if not perturbed by the idea of her drinking blood.
Her hands rested in his, cold against his warmth, and his fingers curl gently around hers. He offers both a dominant expression and a gentle persona at once, beguiling her but warning her. Yumi Chizue. An expression of mirth alights across his face - happy to meet him was she? Then he blurts out a laugh, clearly amused at her next, nervous question and his thumbs run lightly across the back of her hands. "Am I here to kill you? Well I am here to eat and work as well, but killing all depends on how the night goes." Dark eyes stare into hers as he lets her hands go and leans back into his seat. "You see, it is my job, as you know, to kill your kind. But I would hate to tarnish such lovely skin with a stake." He continues, leaning forward once more with an elbow on the table and his chin cradled in one hand, finger tapping against his lips. "Unless... you would fancy helping me out a bit."