"But you said he isn't somebody I should seek out either way, Dracula or not, why is that?" Lily asked quite apparently not for her own well being, however what was apparent to her may not be so much to him. It started to, sickeningly, dawn on her that her life wasn't going to be quite hers any longer... like a dog, or the mistress of a king. Her woes would be shared with a creature full to bursting with more woe than she'd like to be acquainted with. Where all this unraveling of her life originated, she could not uncover. It aroused an ungrateful and implacable disdain, that while not marring the exalted and at times foolhardy way in which she viewed the world with pleasure instead of the recent trepidation, sought to wolfishly tear away at the fabric of her usual tranquillity.
She didn't like it. Understandably. As made obvious by the angles of her speculative questions and the inward tremble she found barely able to conceal in her fingertips, which she then clenched at her sides to stop exposing.
"I don't want my cousin in any danger..." And by that tone, which bitter-sweetly had a strong accent of both conviction and protectiveness, the lioness ever-so-faintly raised her chin. The cherry on top of her ice cream. "If he does anything to her, I don't care what Lucy does to him."