[ Not so secret from the telepathic vampire, whose own heart is moved by the echo of that loneliness inside him. It echoes with the reminder of long centuries grieving for his Maker, with nothing but ritual and darkness and blood to sustain him. ]
You would prefer not to be a stranger?
[ He steps a little closer, then daringly reaches up to brush the backs of his fingers over Iggy's cheek to feel the mortal heat of his body, gazing thoughtfully at him. ]
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You would prefer not to be a stranger?
[ He steps a little closer, then daringly reaches up to brush the backs of his fingers over Iggy's cheek to feel the mortal heat of his body, gazing thoughtfully at him. ]
Tell me what you desire.