"I do, and believe it or not I enjoy it as well." This would be a difficult nut to crack, Lenore knew. "Though if you're offering..." a jest, obviously, if her tone was to be believed.
Trevor Belmont had no reason to feel anything other than hate towards their kind, and after everything that had, for lack of a better metaphor, come to light recently— she couldn't exactly place all the blame on them, either.
When Carmilla's iron hold had finally shattered Lenore couldn't deny the relief she had felt— though she'd chosen to hide it for the most part. From most people. For now. Perhaps this opportunity was a bit more than she deserved but... that was no reason to squander it, either. Which is why she'd let those comments about cattle skirt by. Instead, she tipped the bottle, pouring it out, looking over at him from above the steady stream as the glass in front of her filled.
"You are right about that, however. There's no denying that Carmilla loved her place in the spotlight. Though, thanks to all of you, I suppose those days are over, now. Of course, she isn't without blame, either."
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Trevor Belmont had no reason to feel anything other than hate towards their kind, and after everything that had, for lack of a better metaphor, come to light recently— she couldn't exactly place all the blame on them, either.
When Carmilla's iron hold had finally shattered Lenore couldn't deny the relief she had felt— though she'd chosen to hide it for the most part. From most people. For now. Perhaps this opportunity was a bit more than she deserved but... that was no reason to squander it, either. Which is why she'd let those comments about cattle skirt by. Instead, she tipped the bottle, pouring it out, looking over at him from above the steady stream as the glass in front of her filled.
"You are right about that, however. There's no denying that Carmilla loved her place in the spotlight. Though, thanks to all of you, I suppose those days are over, now. Of course, she isn't without blame, either."