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 The vampire studied him from his distance as the witch got closer, gripping the bars. He was trying to determine whether or not the presumed eagerness was genuine. “For a meal and a warm bed for the night, you say.” Taking a step closer he put his hands in his pockets, retaining the eye contact. “What makes you think that I would actually let you sleep in my bed?” he asked with a sinister smirk. Dakota had a few other places to keep him if he so badly wanted to stay over-night. At least he knew what he would feed him.  

'Something like that,' he hummed in agreement, watching with intent as the cell doors were opened. Kiran knew better than to trust a vampire. Experience alone had taught him that much, but it was a risk the witch was willing to take. The Undercroft was a dark, dismal place and even with the collar locked around his neck, he could feel the low emotion of the room dragging him down. It was torturous. He'd take a small cage in the corner of another man's suite if it at least meant escaping from here. 

The feeling of an arm curling around his waist brought a smile to Kiran's lips, mischievous gaze focused on Robin. 'Mhm,' he hummed, hand tightening it's grip on the doctor's hand as he guided it between them, placing it upon his own inner thigh. 'And I keep getting this.. warm feeling down here,' the witch continued to tease.

Kiran could sense the other felt somewhat awkward explaining himself and his hand lifted, placing it flat against the master's lower back; nothing more than a gentle, what he hoped to be comforting touch. 'I like giving people whatever they want,' he answered. It gave him a thrill being able to give another something they craved, his own little addiction and he wasn't ashamed to admit that either. 'Sometimes I'm in charge, sometimes I'm not. Depends on the partner.'

'It's fun for a short visit, but I wouldn't move back there if I was given the choice. It's too.. old-fashioned. Most of Ireland is.' Or at least, when it came to magic, Kiran had found it to be one of the least-inviting areas to be. Perhaps that was just his own experiences, however. 'And how does someone as charming as yourself happen to end up in a place like this? You're quite far from home.'

If there was one thing that Kiran admired, it was another person being able to view magic in the same light he did; in positive, bright lights rather than belittling it or seeing it as a curse. He leaned his forehead against the bars that separated them, gleeful smile tugging against his lips. 'I am. I grew up in a coven that would argue otherwise though. None of them approved of our gifts,' he spoke. His smile grew even wider at the other's next compliment. 'You think so?'

'You're in a place full of wonderful, magical creatures. Play the right cards and I'm sure one of them will be able to help.' Kiran had never been too close with his own parents. He had, however, been close to his sister before her death and therefore, a part of him could understand Robin's predicament. Looking up, he met the other's gaze, brows raising in an almost hopeful expression. 'You could remove the collar for a bit.'

Jon had to give it to this kid, he was trying awfully hard. His lips twitched in a smirk as he gazed at Kiran. “I’m used to being a loner. I’m starting to think it’s my destiny.” He was going to watch his step in this place. Hell yeah he loved to fuck, but he was going to be the one to choose who and where. “I was captured in my wolf form. Not a pretty sight when your paw gets caught in a trap.”

'No one is destined to be alone. Otherwise, we'd never have been given the gift of speech. Or touch,' he murmured, a low laugh escaping him. Kiran had been a lone ranger for a while too, but that hadn't stopped him from finding companions, even if it was often just for one night. 'Ouch. I hope the doctor was at least gentle upon arrival.'

'Not that I'm not disappointed, but that's not what I was going to suggest,' he smirked, looking through the bars at his fellow slave. Kiran couldn't help be amused at their attitude. 'I was just introducing myself, considering we're prison buddies.'

“My apologizes, I did not hear you come in.”

Fingers brushed through his long hair and Kiran's brows raised at how courteous the master was. It wasn't a common trait for vampires, or at least, not in his experience. 'That's because I didn't knock, but I appreciate the good use of manners.'

The vampire rose up on his toes slightly while he waited on an answer, already figuring what the slave would decide to do. He didn’t look at all afraid of him, which meant he was going to come with him. He would be far more keen on the chance of getting his collar off. “Excellent.” Turning his eyes away, he motioned for a guard to unlock the cell to let him out. Anders stood by the door, watching this new prospect with curiosity. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

Perhaps Kiran should have been frightened of him, considering their roles, but it took a lot more than that to scare a person like him. He’d lived in a world of vampires and supernatural for so long that being here was not much of a change; apart from the wretched collar. Taking his time, the witch stepped out from his confinements and moved closer to Anders. ‘Whatever you want it to be,’ he taunted, though he soon introduced himself a beat later. ‘It’s Kiran, sir.’ 

Kiran liked Robin. Trusted him, in fact. He was one of the few people that seemed to have a good and fair reason for coming to Krov's castle, a fact that'd surprised the witch. The moment the door fell shut, he stepped closer, one hand settling on the other's hip while the other kept hold of his hand and pinned it against the wall behind them. 'Y'know, doctor,' Kiran murmured with a smirk. 'I think I might be comin' down with something. I'm starting to feel.. hot all over.'