Vlad could tell immediately that his approach had worked, and he felt a spark of the man he'd once been return for the first time in a while. It seemed like an eternity ago when the only worries he'd had were business related, and impressing a new neighbor was simply a way to pass the time. It was a shred of normalcy that he craved, and he was going to enjoy it for as long as it lasted. "You are too kind - thank you." He stepped inside, his gaze sweeping appraisingly over the interior of the apartment. It was very white, yet managed to be classy rather than the tacky sort of modern he saw far too often.
He'd trained himself to hide the limp, even though the effort made the unhealed wound ache. "Not directly to you, perhaps, but I can only image what you thought of me." His gaze flickered from the furniture back to her as he recalled the way she'd held herself that night, as though she was royalty. "I was not quite myself, you see." Or was he? It was difficult to distinguish between himself and Dracula, so he abandoned the attempt entirely.
"I will stay as long as you allow me to. The last thing I intend to do is intrude - although the wine would be more than suitable for me."