Roman
Roman's eyes filled with fear when he heard the name "Valarie." His legs, which had stopped during his chastising, began shaking again. "I'm Roman," he said simply, letting his arms fall to his sides. Was she really not after his blood, nothing else? "And uhh... sure."
A glass of orange soda rested firmly on the table separating Valarie and Roman. By far the strangest thing about the whole experience was how short and attractive Valarie was. Roman stared at her modest chest, as if for the first time considering that the vampire king would have boobs.
"I saw you on TV," he said, turning his head away from her. A hand propped up his chin, turning his gaze towards the window. "You were strange but beautiful."