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 * He laughs slightly.

Vlad: Oh, my dear, you didn’t really think I had fallen to the Turks, did you.


 * He raises an eyebrow as the clerk walks in with a glass of wine and hands him a glass and bottle. He pours him some red wine into the glass.

Vlad: Valeria, my love, it is good to see you well. Where is Saithis? I would like to speak with him.