The young man that is going to wed her, summons a bat to come and retrieve the rose and carefully place it back into your hair. His ice blue eyes cut the air around him like a razor although his features are far more fair than his father, there is no doubt that he shares the same mind and ambitions. There is, however, a far more civilized heir about him that commands respect and trust.

"The pleasure is mine Von Strong. Although I [i]do[/i] smell bitten ones in our midst." He says as his nose folds into his face in a sort of disgust. "I would rather your clan breed purely. Am I correct... Sir Von Strong...?"

He looks at the father with those same icy eyes that again command everything that his position as hair to the Darcula clan maintains.