Lanling searched his memories for anything about this woman, but none of the vampires he had ever met could rival the level of dignity, royalty, and raw power that she naturally emitted.
His hold on Haruki tightened protectively, but to conform to his current role, he turned the action into a possessive hold instead. Placing his hand on Haruki's waist, he pulled him closer, solidifying the display.
"Who knows? I'm quite satisfied with him," he declared, deliberately going back to her earlier question so as not to break the secrecy they maintained.
Haruki wasn't as adept when it came to the exchange of words, but he did his best to catch the subtleties of their conversation. However, Lanling's actions derailed all of his thoughts, leaving him unable to focus on anything except the firm grip on his waist. The sensation ignited a fire deep within him, flustering him further.