"Fine! Such concern, my childe," he smiled through the words as his eyes shifted from Alice to Bastien. He would have to be careful with this one until his son truly believed his intent pure. He did not wish to lose Bastien, and yet the blood of a Slayer... Such a rare commodity.
"I am, of course, quite well!" the elder vampire went on, careful not to seem too imposing or cast too long a glance at the girl. "You seem better yourself, Bastien. Is it true what they say about Slayers?" he asked indelicately, if only to see the girl fluster.
And fluster she did. Alice look up to Bastien. "I-I'm fine... Wh-what do they exactly say about Slayers?" she asked, fearing for a reputation she hadn't known existed.