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Quite a number of vampires were scandalised by the human noblewoman's bold nature, though one or two of Claude's human guards stifled their own laughter here or there. A beautiful woman in a white sundress scoffed at the human, and spoke to another woman beside her. The vampire Eirham, who had been holding a glass of wine...he clenched the glass a little too tightly, causing it to shatter, and for the blood to spilled wastefully across the front of his portion of table. His face though...it was utterly emotionless, his eye were empty like twin abyss. A childlike vampiress in a frilly dress pulled out a embroidered handkerchief and began to clean it up.

Vallewida, on the other hand, merely chuckled and wagged his finger out as if to a child, "Tsk tsk, is it so strange that we would be worried for sir Claudius? It only takes one impure blood to repopulate their race's number, but a pureblood has a lot of physiological technicalities to worry about...which is why no pure blooded children have been sired yet, and not because [I]Claudius is completely and utterly impotent[/I]!" A good number of the male impure bloods seemed to shrink into themselves at the word 'impotent', but Vallewida gave Claude an irritated sort of forced smile before continuing, "I mean, Claude should be trying his damned hardest, I mean, he can! If I could still be able to sleep with women, so reproduce in such a manner, well, I wouldn't even be here, would I?! I'd be on ever half-blooded, heck, every human women if I could! I-I-I--" Another vampire reached over and calmed him down. Vallewida took a few calming breaths, which was saying something, since he was impure blooded and thus didn't even need to breath...

Surprisingly, Claude was the one who spoke up, his clear eyes making contact with the human, "Vampires don't believe in round tables, miss. Their excuse for having us on either ends is that we both head each side of the table as equals, to make this business transaction, but..."

Eirham interjected, "Everyone is present as a legal support, a professional council for a second opinion, or as a witness in the case of this transaction...wouldn't it also be unfair if we had our own guards to stand? They were seated as well. We would have seated the human guards present as well," The humans glared at the back of his head when he said this, and one guard's cough sounded suspiciously like 'bullshit', but they otherwise didn't say anything, "but the darkroom only has enough room for this length of table. There was even a chair reserved for one of your guards as well." The vampire gestured to a seat that was beside Beatrice's own. "Lets not make more of a hassle out of this, shall we? Business dealings go through Vallewida and I, Eirham, on behalf of Sir Claudius...who is unused to the business practises that have evolved since his time, as he had just been awoken from a two-hundred year nap almost a century ago." While saying all this, Claude picked up a stack of business related articles from the section of the table in front of him and began a short, bored reading. 
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