The moisture that Dareios' had applied to mimic the look of sweat had long evaporated from his cold skin and dried from the fabric of his clothes. But Dareios continued on with the ruse, his chest rising and falling in a few more huffs before he gave up on the act all together. He watched the girl who demanded his attention with a cautious eye. She was an old vampire. There was no doubt about that. He could smell the blood of her recent feed on her lips. She had a dangerous air about her. She seemed reckless and self-consumed, like so many of others of their kind tended to be. The last thing Dareios needed was some sort of public display of aggression or fear or, hell a downright slaughter, to follow and subsequently be picked up by the press. It would be hard to explain that the likes of a cute little blonde girl could be held responsible for any kind of heinous act. So when she warned him with her gentle 'tug' Dareios stiffened up. All breathe fled from his lungs and he remained stiff as a board until he felt her let go. But the vampire didn't hide his displeasure. His dark eyebrows furrowed together and his usually polite expression faded into more of a judgmental scowl. His stiff arms crossed over his chest as he stared down at her. But when her expression brightened, so did Dareios'. His however, was exaggerated and satirical. "Why don't you skedaddle and see for yourself." He says with a nod of his head, begrudgingly accepting her invitation for a game of tag, or whatever this was. He was thoroughly capable of moving at great speeds, but rarely did so out in public. Perhaps he could spin this in his favor. If seen publicly playing with a cute vampire girl, it could play well for his likability, and maybe for vampires in general in Sacrosanct. Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl |