Francois' Gift

"Such fear in your eyes, Barnacles. Osmond didn't tell you any nasty little lies about me, did he?"

Her bright red eyes flash to the demon standing next to Barns. The look is enough to chill even the Demon Lord to his spine. 

She's standing close to them both, mere steps away. If she held out her hand, she would be able to softly graze Barns' cheek with her velvety and pale flesh. 

She's wearing a kimono as always, one with a soft, flowery pattern that serves as a stark contrast to her otherworldly vampiric beauty. Barns remains tense in her presence - the sultry aura she's known for still hangs heavy in the air, but he's finding it a bit easier to resist her today.

"Ah, there he is," Francois smiles, gliding past the two men toward Eldrie. The former vampire is approaching cautiously.

"A gift?" he asks once he's close enough to be heard. He dares not take another step.