[He stalks the hallways - he's an old hound rustling up his strength to bite down on a throat if he needs to. But maybe he's just holding himself back. He could just raze this castle down, if he wanted.]

[But if he goes too far...]

[He shakes his head. A vampire rushes forward from the shadows, and he decapitates it as easy as breathing. The head rolls. He doesn't focus on it.]

Their strength is pitiful. As far as their hunger...perhaps that's just more of what we already have. [And then, almost a little distant, like he's remembering something.] Sometimes, that sort of thing...is made to be at the forefront. Even a child's hunger can...transform into a vicious gluttony.