Drusilla's smile grew wide. He'd just confirmed her suspicions. He must be a fighter of some sort. Especially combined with the hero-of-the-day comment. She walked over to him and patted his hand, revealing her cold temperature. "Sweet boy... Princess saw you coming... with dead animals dancing around your head. A good hunter you are. Come join Princess? Princess belongs in the dark..." She didn't drop her fangs at all, but did beacon him to come join her in the crypt. Maybe she'd found a new toy? If she had to, she could compel him, Drusilla supposed...