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You grab the hand holding his knife and thrust the blade into your throat, ignoring the shouts from his slaves. He jerks out of your grip, but you make no move to stop him. Instead, you do your best to speak around the dagger poking through your neck.
>+1 Minor Wound
"As you can see, I have little to fear from death. I bear the strength of a true warrior; for the duration of this test, you have my blade and the use of my body as a shield." You grimace; though you feel no true pain, the sensation of steel scraping against your spine sets you on edge.
"All I ask is that you heal my master and keep her safe."
Point made, you yank the dagger out of your throat and offer it back to him hilt-first. After a brief pause, the noble boy laughs, accepting the blade with a smile, wiping away the black blood that stains its surface.
"I must say, I didn't expect you to be undead. Certainly didn't act like one!"
His eyes flicker to the gaping slit in your neck, oozing droplets of thick, black blood, then amends his statement. "At least, not until you went and did that. Either way, you present a most compelling case. Let me think…" he murmurs, raising a hand to his chin.
You stare at him with lifeless eyes devoid of emotion. "Do you accept?"
The noble rolls his eyes. "Very well, very well." Rather than reach for the potion from earlier, though, he claps his hands and turns back to his slaves, who stare at you with no small amount of horror and disgust.
"Amelia! Be a dear and pass me the Medicament, would you? And Felicia, I'll need some Vitae. Poor girl looks like she's lost some blood."
The women snap to attention, then share identical looks of concern. "Y-yes, sir. Are you certain of this…?"
He shrugs. "I am. Come now, nothing to be afraid of. I gave him plenty of openings, as you know."
Hm. So that was on purpose. Perhaps this man isn't the idiot you thought he was…
No, that was still an absurdly risky move on his part. You're not sure what to make of him, really.
>+1 CUN for successfully talking your way out of a fight.
Somewhat reluctantly, the women pass along the requested medicine. He motions for you to lay your master down, then shoots you an amused look at the protective way you hover around her.
"Relax. She'll wake up within a minute or two. Your master is a bit cut up, if you couldn't tell–I'll need some space to focus."
You bite down on the instinctual refusal that threatens to escape you; truthfully, there's little you can do to help, but leaving your master here...
He lets out an exaggerated sigh at your extended silence. "Fine, fine. Stay if you really want, just don't get it my way."
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>"...Thank you." (Continue speaking with the noble.)
>"...I do not wish to be a burden." At least, not to your master. (Opens up interactions with the twins.)
