Leland's neck tingled where it touched him. He didn't fancy being touched, honestly, it made him feel nervous. And what was with kissing his hand? There'd been many a strange thing vampires had done around him, but kissing wasn't one of them...yes, he'd had their lips on his neck before, draining him of the life-sustaining fluid that kept both of them animate, but they'd never shown any signs of affection while doing so. It threw him off. His mind was buzzing, trying to analyze what that meant, what the intention behind it was.

"Leland. Leland Albrecht." He glanced over at the vampire as they ascended the stairway. He felt uncomfortable, wanting to roll the hand off his neck but cautious of angering the man. "May I ask...what the Master's name is?"