Sir
You speak like we're dogs, friend. Up until coming here, I had grown accustomed to appeasing myself with designer, synthetic blood. The only fresh blood I'm in the habit of drinking is that of an old friend who offers himself rather freely.
I am starting to get the impression I will have to break myself of being so complacent, but really, after four centuries I know the value of discretion. I've known my fair share of 'hunters'. In our world, vampires live in the open, insofar as our kind can. It led to problems in the beginning, but it honed a sense of diplomacy I don't seem to be able to shake.
I arrived in London, but the witch and I seem content in Paris. I don't care much for Britian and Western Europe- rival territory at home, and an aversion that's hard to break.
But what's this, of my face? I'm afraid you have me at a loss.
All of that, and no introduction- Malakai Chmelyk, Elder of the Invidia House, although I assume that means little to you.