"You actually have monts where you think saying sothing is inappropriate?"
Steven had stopped himself mid-sentence, and Warfarin found it curious.
For soone who had lived for so many years, she definitely knew what he was about to say.
She wasn't the type to care about such things, so she was far more interested in why Steven suddenly shut his mouth.
Wasn't he always the type to say whatever was on his mind?
"Of course! So jokes just shouldn't be made. What if you actually took it seriously and did sothing to this poor, helpless young man? I'm so weak and defenseless—if you decided to get rough, I'd have no choice but to submit."
Steven crossed his arms over his chest, putting on an exaggerated look of vulnerability.
"Heh."
Warfarin simply scoffed at his theatrics.
She wasn't sure exactly how strong he was, but she did know that when Specter went berserk earlier, this guy had managed to stop both Abyssal Hunters by himself.
Even she wasn't confident she could take one of them on in a direct fight.
Yet, this guy had handled them both effortlessly—without even breaking a sweat.
And judging by Skadi's reaction afterward, Steven hadn't even used Originium Arts—he had relied entirely on his physical strength to suppress them to the point where they couldn't even fight back.
What kind of human-shaped monster was this?!
But strangely enough, that only made Warfarin even more intrigued.
His strength was one thing—but his blood… that was what she was really curious about.
Yet Kal'tsit had explicitly forbidden her from going anywhere near him.
Let alone taking a blood sample.
"The consequences of angering him are more than we can afford."
That was what Kal'tsit had told her.
But Warfarin wasn't so sure.
From what she could tell, making Steven genuinely mad wasn't easy.
He didn't seem to care deeply about many things.
As long as you didn't deliberately provoke him, he was actually pretty easygoing.
Even if you had an absurd request, as long as you were upfront about it, he might actually consider it.
Of course, whether or not he agreed was another matter.
But if you beat around the bush too much, that was when he'd get annoyed.
"What are you laughing at?"
Steven narrowed his eyes.
"Anyway, Miss Vampire, I don't have the Stone Mask, and my na isn't Joseph. If you can't suck my blood, then isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to be hanging around in a single man's room like this?"
He had no idea that the Vampire in front of him had actually figured out a bit of his personality.
All he saw was her smirking, then suddenly going silent.
And that silence was getting on his nerves.
"If you've got sothing to say, say it. If not, get lost. You're ssing with my quality sleep."
He was grateful he didn't have a habit of sleeping naked—otherwise, wouldn't he be at a huge disadvantage right now?
"Oh, but I think it's nice here."
Warfarin grinned, finally snapping out of her thoughts.
"Maybe if I chat with Mr. Steve for a little longer, you'll start feeling good enough to let have a little taste of your blood."
She made zero effort to hide her true intentions.
And judging by her expression, she had no plans to leave anyti soon.
"Tsk. You're just as shaless as I am, huh?"
Steven clicked his tongue.
"But I'm really tired. If I don't sleep soon, I'll lose six hours of premium beauty rest."
For soone as shaless as he was, dealing with another shaless person was honestly kind of annoying.
"Then how about just one bite? Don't worry, you won't feel any pain. In fact, you might even enjoy it~"
Warfarin ran a finger over one of her fangs, her voice dripping with amusent.
Truthfully, Vampires didn't need to use their fangs to drink blood.
Biting into soone's artery like a wild beast was actually considered quite uncivilized by their standards.
Most of the ti, she preferred using blood bags—or if she wanted to be more sophisticated, a wine glass would do.
But there was no way Steven would sit still and let her poke him with a needle.
So clearly, she'd have to try using the built-in tools she was born with—ones that had never even been unsealed before.
"If you just want to kiss , I don't mind—but biting? That's a bit too steamy, don't you think? I can't handle that. How about we just drop it? Can't we do this without drawing blood? What if I told you I'm hemophobic—would you believe ?"
Steven casually threw out an excuse, though even he didn't believe it.
A guy like him, who loved watching rivers of blood flow, getting lightheaded at the sight of it?
Yeah, right.
"Oh, co now, Mr. Steve, you must be joking. I'm really just here to conduct a simple dical examination. How about this—you tell your conditions, and we'll just treat this as a trade, okay?"
At this point, giving up was not an option for Warfarin.
Even if she had to pull out every trick in the book, she was going to get a taste of Steven.
The closer she got to him, the more that scent inside him triggered sothing primal in her.
It was like an instinctual craving, and resisting it was incredibly difficult for a Vampire Sarkaz.
"Any condition?"
"You na it."
"I want Kal'tsit's Mon3tr."
The mont Warfarin agreed, Steven's eyes lit up.
Judging by what he saw earlier in the day, this vampire seed to have a pretty good relationship with Kal'tsit.
If that was the case, then maybe—just maybe—she had a way to get him what he really wanted.
Ever since he first saw that insanely cool summon of Kal'tsit's, he had been itching to get his hands on one himself.
"Huh?"
"If you want to suck my blood, fine. Just get a Mon3tr like Kal'tsit's. Otherwise, no deal."
Steven repeated himself, his expression dead serious.
"Wait, wait—what do you even want that thing for? Do you even know what it is?"
Warfarin's face twisted in confusion.
Of course, she knew exactly what Mon3tr was.
It was Kal'tsit's primary combat ability—and the main reason she had been dragged to Rhodes Island in the first place.
That thing had practically held her hostage back then!
Of all things Steven could've asked for, why did it have to be that?!
And did he even know how Mon3tr worked?
It was literally summoned from Kal'tsit's spine—that was why she always wore backless clothes.
Where the hell was Warfarin supposed to pull another one from?!
Not to ntion, Kal'tsit was always watching like a hawk.
"I have no idea. I just know it looks cool, and I want one."
Steven shrugged.
She was the one who said he could ask for anything, right?
"If you can't do it, then there's nothing to discuss. That's the only thing I'm interested in right now."
He spread his hands, as if to say, "Not my problem."
"W-Wait! I never said I wouldn't at least try! But before that, can I just—"
Seeing that Steven was ready to drop the whole thing, Warfarin panicked.
She quickly grabbed his arm, put on a smiling face, and—without another word—lunged forward to bite his exposed forearm.
She'd figure the rest out later—but first, she needed a taste!
Or at least, that was the plan.
But before she could sink her fangs in, Steven's hand snatched both of her cheeks, pinching them like she was a small cat.
Warfarin's bite attempt was imdiately halted, and her face was now puffed up in a pout.
"Paynt first, goods later. No one gets an exception."
Steven chuckled, keeping his grip firm as he smiled mischievously at her.
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