"This is technically the wizarding world, where we are presently. It's hidden from regular, 'non-magically inclined' people. I think the story goes they would only see abandoned castle ruins here, not Hogwarts as you and I can see it.
"I do recognise a little—Baron, ruler, governor... all positions of power, on Earth as well. More than most people are able to achieve."
And indeed he looked suitably impressed by the extensive titles, thinking it was probably the reaction Vladimir had been hoping to inspire. That wasn't vampire guile at play, but simply who Jasper was; making people feel better about themselves was just something he did. People were, after all, far more pleasant to be around when they were feeling pleased and content, and particularly when they were comfortable with his presence.
One picked up peculiar habits when immersed in an inescapable climate of emotion every day.
"Jasper Hale. Like the quartz stone no one really likes," he said with a self-deprecating smile. He had the curious feeling he should bow, that the gesture might gain him the Baron's favour, but he refrained—too pretentious. He also didn't offer his hand, though not out of discourtesy. "No titles to speak of, unless you're familiar with military ones. I was a Major, a lifetime ago."
He paused and leant in, as though imparting a secret. "How do you prefer to be addressed?" he asked quietly. Making someone feel like they were the sole focus of his attention was a habit unrelated to his bloodlust, but, coincidentally, it was difficult not to notice how near he now was to what must be an exquisite artery, judging by the smell.
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Date: 2009-04-24 01:52 am (UTC)"I do recognise a little—Baron, ruler, governor... all positions of power, on Earth as well. More than most people are able to achieve."
And indeed he looked suitably impressed by the extensive titles, thinking it was probably the reaction Vladimir had been hoping to inspire. That wasn't vampire guile at play, but simply who Jasper was; making people feel better about themselves was just something he did. People were, after all, far more pleasant to be around when they were feeling pleased and content, and particularly when they were comfortable with his presence.
One picked up peculiar habits when immersed in an inescapable climate of emotion every day.
"Jasper Hale. Like the quartz stone no one really likes," he said with a self-deprecating smile. He had the curious feeling he should bow, that the gesture might gain him the Baron's favour, but he refrained—too pretentious. He also didn't offer his hand, though not out of discourtesy. "No titles to speak of, unless you're familiar with military ones. I was a Major, a lifetime ago."
He paused and leant in, as though imparting a secret. "How do you prefer to be addressed?" he asked quietly. Making someone feel like they were the sole focus of his attention was a habit unrelated to his bloodlust, but, coincidentally, it was difficult not to notice how near he now was to what must be an exquisite artery, judging by the smell.