It was all the things he wanted to hear, and combined with the knowledge that she planned on leaving Peter, it was enough to make him laugh. He could fight Dracula because he had something to hold on to, something physical and real that could keep him connected to who he was, even when the vampire took over. "I think I like your rules, Helena." One hand dropped to her waist so he could pull her closer, his vice barely a whisper as he moved his lips next to her hear. "Especially the last one."
The kiss to his palm drew a soft smile, and even if there had been people around, Vlad wouldn't have even noticed. He gently tipped her chin up so he could look down at her, pausing for a moment before he decided words weren't needed just now. His kiss was somewhere between gentle and demanding, although it leaned more towards the later.