Haunted Wood But not too tall

He did not. With Serem as his Consort, Vengeance was able to keep himself satisfied and able to focus on other tasks without yearning for some kind of physical partnership. Though should they happen, he wouldn't refuse of course. He was no saint - he would simply not hunt down for such acts now that he had something so readily available. 

As Vanity made her move, he stood still, observing her as she did her thing. This seemed more like the Vanity he knew. I can never seem to predict you. He cooed deeply. Twisting his head just enough to make eye contact with the white-faced woman. She went from being flirtatious and coy, wanting nothing to do with the Warlord, too fearful and submissive, back to coy and flirtatious. Have I become some kind of 'booty' call to you?