"He always needs to be trained. Such a youngling as he is. My favourite lesson is seeing his reactions when I speak of you. I recently told him of your visits since we started at the Cirque. It was great seeing him tear into our prey like he did with such a strong stir of emotion."
Most interactions with Byron ended up in some lustful act. He could not help his very nature reflected that of a succubus rather than what some vampires thought they should be like. Of course, his line had never had much use for those vampires other than getting them to end up in bed with them against their better judgement.
The honey pot beneath her skirt spoke to her readiness she always had for him. Back when she was human, just after his turn, he thought she would be nothing but a wilting flower in her scrape to be a maid. He had not been so blind as to not know where she came from when his house matron took her in on his behalf. Then to find her not long after a blossomed woman taking over a room in the brothel he patroned for behind the scenes, his attention caught enough to use her for her services as a way to make sure his brothel had a fine selection. Only to garner his true attention when she killed someone. His ice princess an image of what his own sires had looked for in him.
"Start whenever you like, this place abounds in toys. And as long as you don't kill them, or maim to the point of inability to work, the Ringmaster seems rather willing to let things go." His fangs scraped over her lips as he nipped her. His finger sliding into her, filling her space beside her own finger. His thumb continuing to tease her as he started to push deep inside her and then pull out. "It would be brilliant fun to get the whole of the Cirque on their backs screaming."