Carrick listened, noting her history. "Interesting. You sound like you've been trained to be a companion as much as a slave." He hoped Eterna would like her. She'd make a fine lady's maid and confidant.
He nodded at the mention of ball room dance. "I'll admit, I do miss the old days," he said almost wistfully. "A ballroom back in the 19th century, it was sight to behold. And if you like to play, I'll have to get you a harp."
The vampire's gaze lingered on Grace's mouth. "Not curious exactly. More anticipatory." He beckoned her closer and laid a hand on her shoulder, stroking around to the back of her neck. Her skin was warm and soft. "I'm wondering whether your mouth is as delicious as that drop of blood I took from you at the auction house..." he said quietly.