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He could sense the confusion, small as it was. He listened intently, clear on his face as he watched the other. "That must've been lonely." He offered. "I've been around for some time. Wandering is no strange concept to me." He offered in return. "I was born a slave. I became this to help my people. Honest as my intentions were, it did come with... unforseen complications." He admitted with a small smile. "But if you ever wanted to... remember anything. There's a handful of people in the castle and the village who could help. I myself can usually delve into emotion and memory here and there. When allotted. I find it rude to go digging around in peoples privacy."

Warner was silent as he listened to what the other was saying. "I don't mind the loneliness." He says, which he hadn't but he knew that wasn't the norm for most people. He didn't mind being on his own, most often he preferred it to the company of others. "Mm, did you help them?" He asked curiously, wondering if he was able to do what he set out to do. Curious about what those complications were but didn't want to be rude in asking. Not when he was being as generous as to tell him what he had already. "Not sure if I want to reopen any old wounds, but I appreciate the offer nonetheless." He wasn't so confident about digging around memories he no longer had, whatever life he'd lived before was a mystery to him.

"Would you have expected more of a fight from me?" He asked curiously, suppose it might have been a choice for many in his position. The reaper did not see the appeal nor the energy wasted to act in such a way. There were other ways to get what he wanted than to bring suffering onto him willingly.

“I’m not sure,” Henri hummed. He stared ahead as they walked, brows furrowing in thought. “A fight, perhaps, or shrinking away. You have an air of… calm acceptance about your situation that feels far more mature for someone who’s only been here a few days.”

He can't help the small smirk as it crosses his face. He finds his assumption of who he was not far off from reality. The fact that he expected a negative reaction from him interesting, and possibly a sign of how others have acted. "I don't see what good it would do to lash out when I'm in no position of authority here. I won't open the door to my own suffering if I can help it." He then shrugged. "Better to lead with honey than vinegar."

"That's correct," Sang-ho confirmed with a nod. "I've been employed with the castle for a while now, only recently made Chief of Staff. My duties are basically ensuring that everything in the castle runs smoothly from day to day operations and hosting events the Council wishes to throw." They crossed into the courtyard between the old castle and new castle. "What did you do before your enslavement, Mr. Beck? Any other hobbies or employment beyond reaping?"

"A late Congratulations seem appropriate." If the change was recent enough for him to still accept it. It was interesting to learn more about how the castle was ran, and who did the work. His seemed particularly important, and likely viewed as above most others. "Mm, I liked to make art in moments when I wasn't doing much. Paintings, mostly, but also some music. Reaping offered me plenty of inspiration that needed a place to go."

The vampire smirked a little against Warner's lips as he heard that moan, a low growl escaping the councilman as the slave's fingers dug even harder into his skin. His tongue pressed past the younger man's lips, tasting and exploring as he continued to thrust, slowly starting to pick up pace as he became impatient with the slow movements that he'd started with before. One of Stigr's hands brushed down along Warner's side and then moved to grip his thigh, the vampire breaking the kiss with a moan, aware that Warner probably needed a second to breathe.

He's moving to meet his motions as he allows himself to enjoy the pleasure coursing through him. He wanted more, greed had not been his sin of choice it was not unknown to him. The kiss was accepted, it was eager in spite of the slow movements the master was offering. It seemed the same impatience was felt among them as Stigr began to really move. Warner wasn't one to complain as he continued to meet him the best he could. Groaning without the hindrance of lips pressed against his own, "Yes, yes..." he praised, his words a moan as they left him.

"Interesting," Henri murmured. He glanced over at Warner beside him even though the ahool maintained a good few steps in the lead. "From your demeanor I would've guessed you'd been here longer than that."

"Would you have expected more of a fight from me?" He asked curiously, suppose it might have been a choice for many in his position. The reaper did not see the appeal nor the energy wasted to act in such a way. There were other ways to get what he wanted than to bring suffering onto him willingly.

The vampire adjusted himself somewhat to get more comfortable, leaning more over Warner. One of his hands moved to rest on the reaper's thigh, squeezing lightly when the other spoke. "Very good." He offered a very faint smile of his own and ducked down to kiss the slave again, catching his bottom lip between his teeth and biting down hard enough to draw blood. His tongue traced over the small cut, a moan escaping Stigr and then he started to move, his thrusts almost lazy, clearly more than happy to take his time here.

He had lacked the strength to do any real harm as his fingers dug into the skin of the vampire. Allowing himself to enjoy the way his body reacted, the pleasure as it consumed him in a thick blanket over his body. The blood from his lip eased a moan from the reaper as he could taste the copper of his own blood. As the tongue traced over the bite thos hips began to move. The pace slow easy for the reaper to match his movements with his own, soft moans part from his lips as he dug his fingers even further into the others shoulder.

"Very well. Let me send that rental now." Henri's phone was back in his hand and with a couple of swipes and taps of his thumb he sent in the request for a couple of hours. He tucked the device back into his pocket, picked up his luggage, and gestured with a nod for Warner to follow him down the halls in tow for his suite. It'd be a bit of a walk from the New Castle to his suite on the other side in the Old Castle. "How long have you been a slave here, Warner?" he asked.

Patience came to him naturally as he waited on the master as he did what he needed to with his phone. He didn't quite understand the logistics of the castle just yet but he assumed there was a way for them to rent a slave from any device. With the gesture to follow he did as silenly commanded, an easy enough request for him to follow. The question did have him tilting his head some as he quickly answered it. "Only a few days." He knew he hadn't been there long, not even a week at his point.

The vampire exhaled softly as he watched Warner, hunger in Stigr's eyes at the sight of the slave's lips wrapped around his fingers. He pulled them away after a minute and encouraged the other man's legs apart so that he could settle between them, one hand resting on Warner's thigh. Stigr bent over the reaper a little and wrapped a hand around his own cock, starting to slowly press into him. As tempting as it was to just thrust in to that tight warmth, he had more than enough self control to take things slower. Once he'd bottomed out, he stilled and glanced down at the slave. "Good?"

Warner lightly placed his hands on the curve of the vampires arms as the fingers were pulled free from his mouth. At the encouragement he does spread his legs enough for the other to settle between them. He felt his own excitement clearly now that he felt the sudden pressure below. He took in a small breath in as he pushed successfully through the tight ring of muscle, he was grateful the other was moving slow. It left him to hum out his assurance that what he was doing did feel good to the reaper, more than good. When he was fully seated within him the question was offered yet the reaper gave a crooked smile. "Very." Those hands drawing up then down those arms as his legs move to wrap around the other.

"I'm sad for your misfortune but overjoyed to find your company available. Selfish, but I prefer to be rather plain when I can be." He teased before he escorted the other to the establishment. He requested a seat at the bar, finding them situated and ordering himself blood wine before looking at the man. "Anything you want. Top shelf is more than allowed." He offered before sipping his drink. "You have the feel of someone who's been existing for some time. It's always nice to find another soul who has seen enough of the world. Where are you from originally?"

Was he truly sad? It was hard for him to decifer what he meant by that or if it was some ploy to get close to him. Either could be true, nothing was as it seemed within the castle. So far he appears genuine, perhaps he should take it for what it was. He follows with him to the place they were going to go. It looked a lot nicer than what he had imagined within his own mind. "Thank you." He said, unsure what he wanted to get. It all seemed a tad overwhelming for him to wrap his mind around. When it was his turn he ordered something simple, giving the waiter a small smile of his own. "I don't remember, much of my mortal self has been long gone to time. I've been all over, however, I go where I was needed."

"And do you believe that fate drives everyone?" Sang-ho asked, arching a brow. Clearly he wasn't minding this conversation otherwise he would've walked away by now. The elder fallen angel didn't enjoy wasting his time with things that didn't interest him. The corner of his lip quirked up. "This feels best like a conversation had over drinks, don't you think? Care to join me upstairs for a little while, Mr. Beck?"

"I believe fate has some influence on a person's trajectory." He wasn't all knowing, it was a personal guess on his part. Though he always saw how it all ended for a person, how they ended not always what brought them to that end. He does perk up a bit at the mention of getting out of there and drinks. "If you'll have me then I'd enjoy joining you upstairs. For conversation, drinks, or anything else." He said, not unaware of the why he was truly there for.

The vampire hummed softly into the kiss in approval, his tongue swiping along the slave's bottom lip. He continued to stroke his cock a few more times once they'd reached the bed, Stigr's thumb teasing against the head before he let go and pulled away to break the kiss. The councilman was quick to strip out of his own clothing, not bothering to fold them neatly as he normally would and instead left them in a pile on the floor. Then he was back to Warner, his lips brushing against the slave's jaw and he took hold of the slave's hips to push him back onto the bed. He looked down at him for a second, head tilted, and then tapped two fingers lightly against the slave's lips. "Suck."

The kiss was all consuming to the reaper leaving little for him to think about save for the hand at his erection. He hadn't anticipated two things during their time together, the sudden loss of his touch and how much he easily missed it. It was such an odd thing for him to feel, something he hadn't considered for himself to feel. Yet as he watched the vampire strip of his clothes all he wanted to do was to touch him, and to be touched by him. It felt like a millenia had passed by the time those hands found his body once again. This time his own got the pleasure of touching the cool skin of the master before him. It was brief as he was soon pushed onto the bed then met with fingers pressed against lips. Looking at Stigr he opened his mouth, his tongue met his fingers first before wrapping his lips around them entirely. He never looks away as he sucks, as his tongue dances along the skin of those fingers.

"I will remember that." Though Stigr didn't plan on getting overly rough with Warner, one of those reasons wasn't because he worried about damaging the slave. He'd been rough with humans before and they'd bounced back with time. The vampire hummed a soft approval against Warner's lips when the younger man responded to the kiss, tightening his hold on him slightly as he leaned in. The kiss deepened as Stigr used the grip he had on Warner to start steering him back toward the bedroom, freeing one hand to trail down so that he could wrap his fingers around the slave's cock.

He moves along with him as to not break their kiss as it only deepened as time moved by. His own hands find their place holding the other's clothes, that he still wore as opposed to himself. He doesn't yet realize where they are going until he feels the brush of a bed against the back of his legs. Although distracted now by the hand wrapped around his growing length, it was not an unwanted touch. Even if it had been some time since someone else has touched him in this way. Warner gives the softest of moans which are easily swallowed up by Stigr's mouth.

"I can accommodate that." He murmured, extending his arm before him to lead the other up and out of the undercroft. He made his way through the castle keeping in step with the other. "I'll take you to le claire de lune. I'd say diabolus but... the serving staff is a touch distracting." He murmured with a small grin. "So... I'll start with an easy question, if you're willing to answer. What brought you here?"

The extended arm was accepted by the reaper as he was taken from the undercroft. He was glad to see it gone for the hours the other would have him for. "Have yet to see either place, but the name surely gives the impression of distraction to me." Was all he could comment as he had never been to either place before. The former did sound like a particularly fancy place, perhaps to wine and dine. "Mm." He hummed as he thought over the question. "A trapper caught and sold me here after some time."