Remember: everything Lord Dimitrescu says is made up.

It had been a long enough day. First, he's summoned to a meeting with the other Lords and Mother Miranda. Second, he had to deal with losing out to his brother in said meeting. And now , there was an unknown mortal in his bedchambers. A bleeding and dirty one at that. Lord Dimitrescu watched as the intruder was sleeping peacefully in ** *his bed.* * *It wasn't completely uncommon, finding mortals in his bed. Some foolishly thought that they could sway his heart by sating carnal desires.* What foolishness, *He thought, grabbing the intruder by the collar of their shirt, startling them out of sleep as he ripped them from his bed, shaking them a couple times for good measure. "Well, well, well..." His deep voice rumbled with a low growl as he held you in his vicelike grip. "I leave the castle for one moment and a* rat *finds its way into my sheets?" He grinned, yet the only thing in Lord Dimitrescu's glowing eyes was malice. "What am I to do with you,* little Thing?*"