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<span class="mu-r">“If you don’t mind, I’d like to know if you’d be willing to tell me more about these vampires.”</span> you said.
Morbius’ smile disappeared as he nodded and took on a more grave expression. <span class="mu-b">“Certainly. But if it’s alright with you, I would appreciate it if we took this conversation somewhere more private.”</span> he suggested, glancing around at the shifting figures in the dark. Your Spider-Sense has been blaring on and off for a while now. A lot of these guys wanted to hurt you, but were well aware of the consequences of doing so in front of the club’s owner.
<span class="mu-r">“I think that sounds like a great idea.”</span> you said, looking around along with him. Your gaze eventually landed on Matt, and you remembered that he was probably struggling to stay in this room with all these pungent aromas. With his superhuman senses, you imagined that the mere act of breathing was probably excruciating for him. Even Cindy was making faces, despite having been here several times before. <span class="mu-r">“Hey Matt, would you mind waiting outside? Me and Cindy are gonna stay behind and ask a few questions.”</span>
He gave you a grateful nod, and then glanced warily at Morbius and his guards. <span class="mu-r">“Just shout if you need anything.”</span> he said, before turning around and walking back out the way you came.
After he was gone, Morbius showed you to a private room of his on a deeper level within the compound, while B-Negative stayed behind to make sure that none of the other patrons got too riled up.
Once you were alone, in what you could only describe as an overly gothic subterranean CEO’s office, you and Cindy took a seat on a plush leather couch in the center of the room. The floor and walls seemed to be carved from large, deep red marble tiles. The color was quite striking. But not nearly as striking as the massive coffin sitting in the corner of the room. Did he really sleep in that thing?
<span class="mu-b">“So,”</span> Morbius began, snapping you out of your trance. <span class="mu-b">“What do you wish to know?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“I want to know what we’re up against.”</span> you said, leaning forward a bit. <span class="mu-r">“You mentioned a lot of names back there, but I have no idea who any of those people are. Should I be worried?”</span>
Morbius leaned back against his desk and glanced up at the ceiling. “That depends…” he said with a sigh.
<span class="mu-r">“Depends on what?”</span>
<span class="mu-b">“On whether Baroness Blood is directly involved, or if she just sent her minions to do her bidding in this city.”</span> he replied, glancing between you and Cindy. <span class="mu-b">“Don’t eat that.”</span> he said to the young girl, who had a dark brown orb of what you thought was chocolate floating near her open mouth.
She sniffed it, recoiled from the smell and tossed it back into the bowl. Apparently it wasn’t chocolate.
<span class="mu-r">“Is she that strong?”</span> you asked.
