"Not in the least. I do not fight in ridiculous wars, but they are far too amusing to not be in the middle of." Byron's answer reflected what he had always been, neither fighter nor lover, really. He relished the bloodbaths of war but never cared about the politics of it all. Sides were for the weak, like the Scottish man before him. Weak to emotions and that burning passion that had lead to their first encounter way back when.
"And no, the love is not giving me any trouble, she's merely one of your pathetic kind." Byron watched the other vampire circle him, they both knew where their interaction tended to lead. "Envisioning wool are we?"