"That does not mean I wish to hear it." While it was his human lineage that was cursed and therefore the surname that he used now as his first name should have been the one he looked to eradicate from his life, Byron detested the use of his original name. When he became reborn as a vampire his sires had insisted on the change to represent it. Though Byron had not changed much mentally or in his indulgences, he still followed as they had wished. It also brought up more questions as his cousin had made such a name for himself and Byron cared not to deal with those.
Still smiling, Byron pressed his lips against Zanna's neck, over the pulse, to feel it further. "You were a rather brilliant addition to my parties. It is too bad I did not know how delectable you would become after," he said against her skin. His tongue slowly moved over her artery as if he could taste her blood through the layers.
Bringing the knife up her shoulder, he shifted it in his palm to press the blade into the curve of her neck. "This is a rather curious place, isn't it? One would think they are signing us into contracts for a darker reason." Byron no longer focused on the idle chitchat, instead, he let the blade cut into her just enough to see those beautiful rubies pop to life and fill his senses.