He nods back at the half-pire but refocuses his gaze at the trappings of the room.

"I see that your family certainly take your Prussian heritage very dearly. That is something I can respect in a clan. That and your preservation of these artifacts is also impressive. Considering that Napoleon Bonaparte's march easily would have scattered such things or burned them as fuel for their fires." He says as if he was there himself. Of course he would have. He is over four hundred fifty years of age. There is no doubt that he would have seen his fair share of conflict.

"Our clan had the same trouble in Great Wars in the Twentieth century. Mostly with old Adolf's Third Reich. They were the most persistent. Horrible blood though... It was tainted with toxic ideals."

"Are you kidding me son?" his father, the sixth Vlad speaks up, "Theirs was the sweetest blood in eons. As a matter of fact, Marcus Von Strong, I wish to gift you with five barrels of Nazi blood for agreeing to this arrangement." He says patting the other father on the back as if they were friends.