Gellert turned around and looked at Vlad, sulking in the bed. "If that is what I want?" he echoed, letting out a soft, bitter laugh. "No that is not what I want." He leaned down, as close to Vlad's ear as he could get. "I do not the dog by my side. I would like you by my side. Why do you not see that yet? Why do you not see everything beneath my words when you should? How do I make it clearer to you, Vlad?"