Inspector Luther! Dracula seemed to find this incredibly amusing, laughter echoing within his mind. Go on, tell him who you are... tell him who I am. Let us see if he tries to arrest you. Vlad sighed inwardly, not quite as entertained by the situation as his tale was. They were locked in the tsarevich's playroom, and considering that the crowd from the previous night had been angry at the tsar, this wasn't a very good place to be.
"I'm Vlad." He had no doubt that Luther would recognize the name, and even if he didn't, his tale's name would seal the deal. "With Dracula." Waiting just long enough to process his reaction, he began to idly make his way around the playroom. There probably wouldn't be any hints as to why they were being kept here, but it was worth a shot. "Are you aware of what time period this is?"