That look of hers had the faintest growl reverberating from his large chest, though it died quickly in the man's throat. Even his eye glowed once more as the wolf within started to surface, yet Deucalion remained completely in control of it. The question of questions got the Alpha thinking, and yet he remained silent until she held up her wine glass. This time around he simply filled it half full with wine, but instead of opening a vein with a claw the old wolf offered her his wrist.
"I suppose the obvious questions spring to mind first. Such as; how long have you been a vampire. What abilities do you possess, and do you enjoy being one?"