And so Samandriel did, silently thanking the fae as he spun tales for the vampire.
He wouldn't have gotten to this point if Hermes hadn't so fittingly opened the right door for him to step through. When he was himself again, he would have to properly thank him somehow.
For now, he would play ‎Scheherazade for the vampire and please him as best he could, convince the man to let him live without as much pain as the Spartan was capable of doling out. Samandriel had stories in spades. It was only a question of how long the Spartan would listen.