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Vlad guffawed again, delighted by the spirit of this mucky little sand sprite. The leering visitor made no connection between her heightened displeasure and his manhandling of the English language, presuming instead that realization had hit home - she was doomed to lose if this encounter ended badly. Right? Vlad studied the dark, bristling body before him. This was her home turf, if words were to be believed, and she had a 'supercharged' look about her that made a fight seem unappealing. Even if Vlad won, she would take a chunk of him straight to hell - that much he believed.

"I look for vinter bratstvo," he informed with a flourish. "You understend? I find wolf for make peck until is warm. You want be queen?" It was a genuine offer, and one delivered with the added bonus of Vlad taking two large steps back - a show of friendship between lonely souls.