“There’s always a war,” Dietrich mused, very amused at that thought. He had read about the conflict with the Middle East, partly on the location of the future Methuselah Empire. How quaint that nothing truly changed and nothing would until everything would be reborn from the flames. “But I prefer to be at the sidelines watching each side destroy the other and reaping the spoils.”
He took a mocking bow, shaking his head. “No, you didn’t misunderstand. I was purposely misleading you. I’m used to operate in the shadows and I won’t be readily admitting this, hmm? Controlling people like that isn’t too fun and my favorite toys aren’t here. These vampires are pathetic,” he elaborated the point. Dietrich much preferred manipulate them to make them puppets. It was far more entertaining to deal with the mental anguish they brought to themselves with his aid than just some hollow conflict. He couldn’t take his missions as anything but a game or a childish prank.
“Mmmmm?” Dietrich witnessed the series of events carefully from the flicker of light to the episode with the man. Hypnotism, mind suggestion, telekinesis were unusual talents that people were gifted in his world, though he had never met someone who could do the three naturally. Of course, he would like to find how Damien did it. He leaned on to compliment him; his hands clapped beneath the table. “Hmmm, wow, that was very impressive and useful, Damien.” His interest had been piqued. He did well to approach this man.
“Mmyes, I don’t want to ruin my dinner,” he pointed out, sagging on his seat and picking up the menu from the empty table of the man who he tortured moments ago. It was empty, and they weren’t going to use it anymore. “What’s the house specialty?”