high hopes

BASTIEN Cause I’ve been making something out of nothing…Like my soul "Hm. I do not know an Alistair. You met him in a field? I don't imagine he was in farmer's clothes in the mud if he seduced you, hm?" This was mostly a joke. Bastien himself had met Kalt in a field in a very cultured way, had sat and listened to him play for a while. Which men would he warn her away from? Now that he was actually asked about it, he had to think for a moment. "Well, there are ones who I simply do not think would be interested, I'm afraid. Such as Remi or Ronin. But as for those who would pose real danger...I suppose I do not have any specific names. But I have heard there are vampiro here. People who suck the blood of others." He had not, as far as he knew, as of yet met an Ascended, but the idea made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. "Perhaps they are just fine gentlemen. I do not know. But I would be cautious. You want your blood to stay inside you, I think." Another moment passed, then he turned the canvas towards her. Once more detailed sketch of her kneeling down had shading and depth, but there was a certain moving quality to the quicker gestural strokes of the drawing of her stood, hands positioned delicately by her chest. "What do you think?"