"Yes, I suppose I am a Romanian Count." He tried to remember what he knew about Bram Stoker's book, but it had been a long time since he had even glanced at it. He assumed that Dracula himself was Romanian, and he supposed that it was quite the coincidence... but still. To assume that he himself was the legendary count was beyond ridiculous. There had to be a rational explanation for everything, and believing that he was a storybook character was not a possibility. "But I do not have fangs."
This was a question he didn't want to have to answer. Vlad knew what answer he should give, of course, but still he fought to keep silent. No, no, no. He couldn't do it - he couldn't let this girl stay with him. Surely there was someone else... he could not be expected to do this.
DON'T DO THIS. DO. NOT.
He stifled a sigh, inwardly cursing his luck. "There is truly nowhere for you to stay?"