((No worries. And oh dear. XD There is something very amusing about a vampire being more freaked out by a human than vice versa.))
"Assistant, advisor, friend. I'll leave the choice of title up to you." He had no doubt he would be referred to in different manners depending on whom the Baron may mention him to, and assuming the Baron would still want to remain in contact at all once he knew the truth. It mattered remarkably little to Jasper what he was called, so long as he was treated with respect and not as a servant. "I do like to keep myself occupied, my mind busy. With things that interest me, not necessarily the work of others," he said with some amusement. No, he wouldn't mind not having much actual work to do.
He couldn't know that he was hurting the Baron, and the fact he seemed to be enjoying the massage only convinced Jasper he was somehow doing it right. When it eventually became enjoyment of a different variety he flinched and struggled not to pull his hands away. This wasn't entirely unexpected, but it was still unpleasant. Inappropriate. And it wouldn't have even mattered to him that the Baron evidently got off on pain—some of his own preferences were hardly vanilla, after all—only that he was the cause of such feelings.
When he'd been newly born to the life of a vampire, experiencing others' emotions as though they were his own had been deeply confusing. But he'd quickly learnt how to differentiate between his own emotions and the echo of others', and to not be so affected by outside emotional influences, which did certainly serve him well at present.
Then Vladimir requested a pause, so he gladly complied, his hands stilling. He was fairly sure he was being asked if he was some kind of robot, which caused him to suddenly laugh despite how grim the question seemed. Was the Baron actually afraid now? Of the possibility of him being a robot? "No, not a machine. Not at all." He moved his hands up to rest on the Baron's shoulders, considering something. As he withdrew his hands altogether (to hopefully lessen any chance of Vladimir feeling threatened), he slowly leant a little closer, all traces of mirth gone as he murmured, "I was once human."
He would have thought his dead pallor and unnatural gold eyes alone were a bit of a giveaway in that regard—clearly marking him as not-quite-human. Perhaps the Baron had simply chosen to be blind to his peculiarities until forced to acknowledge them, as was how the vast majority of humans reacted. It was interesting, if nothing else, to see how his vampirism could affect humans like that.
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Date: 2009-05-24 02:06 am (UTC)"Assistant, advisor, friend. I'll leave the choice of title up to you." He had no doubt he would be referred to in different manners depending on whom the Baron may mention him to, and assuming the Baron would still want to remain in contact at all once he knew the truth. It mattered remarkably little to Jasper what he was called, so long as he was treated with respect and not as a servant. "I do like to keep myself occupied, my mind busy. With things that interest me, not necessarily the work of others," he said with some amusement. No, he wouldn't mind not having much actual work to do.
He couldn't know that he was hurting the Baron, and the fact he seemed to be enjoying the massage only convinced Jasper he was somehow doing it right. When it eventually became enjoyment of a different variety he flinched and struggled not to pull his hands away. This wasn't entirely unexpected, but it was still unpleasant. Inappropriate. And it wouldn't have even mattered to him that the Baron evidently got off on pain—some of his own preferences were hardly vanilla, after all—only that he was the cause of such feelings.
When he'd been newly born to the life of a vampire, experiencing others' emotions as though they were his own had been deeply confusing. But he'd quickly learnt how to differentiate between his own emotions and the echo of others', and to not be so affected by outside emotional influences, which did certainly serve him well at present.
Then Vladimir requested a pause, so he gladly complied, his hands stilling. He was fairly sure he was being asked if he was some kind of robot, which caused him to suddenly laugh despite how grim the question seemed. Was the Baron actually afraid now? Of the possibility of him being a robot? "No, not a machine. Not at all." He moved his hands up to rest on the Baron's shoulders, considering something. As he withdrew his hands altogether (to hopefully lessen any chance of Vladimir feeling threatened), he slowly leant a little closer, all traces of mirth gone as he murmured, "I was once human."
He would have thought his dead pallor and unnatural gold eyes alone were a bit of a giveaway in that regard—clearly marking him as not-quite-human. Perhaps the Baron had simply chosen to be blind to his peculiarities until forced to acknowledge them, as was how the vast majority of humans reacted. It was interesting, if nothing else, to see how his vampirism could affect humans like that.