Byron chuckled. "From what I remember of that movie, the main creatures were vampiric fae mistaken as vampires as humans are dolts." While he did not recall the use of the term Lamb in it- which might have been because his attendance at the movie theatre had been spent in the video booth draining a hot little number dry- he was sure Lana had a better recollection than he did. The fact that it was used in such a manner seemed strange as since he could remember such silly terms of endearment were used towards children only, though that might have been a difference between the American culture and his own, actual culture.
Eyes trailing down her form, the amused smile faded to something more reflective of the twitch of his childer's lips. "Would you rather fuck up my shirt, love? We have time before open." No form of jest flitted through his tone, no passionate need or yearning- as always there was a sense of charm even when being blatant. To Byron sex was a past time amusement. His interactions with others tended to see how far he could see them lose themselves to his will. Though he expected differently from Lana.
"That may be why he resisted putting us in the same act. I'd see you orgasm and want to be part of that. I cannot let my childe have all the fun." Byron reached out running his finger along her jawline before brushing it over her lips. Thoughts of having her mouth around him as Felix stepped into his trailer or being buried deep within her in full orgasm as a taunt to the lost pup he had been training passed briefly.
"I tend to have audience volunteers for my show as then I can feed off of them after ward. The idiot Scot uses an assistant, but really what fun is that to have the same meal every night." He paused, letting his thumb trail down her neck. "Though if you ever want to escape from the fabrics I would welcome throwing knives at you or cracking a whip over your soft flesh and disrobing you for a show."