Daemon leaned into the touch before he caught the man's hand and pressed his cheek to it. "I know. I'll stay as long as you'd like me to. I don't know if I'd be brave enough to do what your staff did, but I can try." He smiled at the man. "Do you mind telling me where your parents and staff are buried? I mean, do vampires leave bodies when they die?"

"My parents were buried in the family catacombs not far from here. The staff were buried in the cemetery further along towards the edge of the property." Vladimir replied. "I'll show you if you'd like."

"That would be great. At least to pay my respects to them. They saved you from the hunters and you've lived a nice life. I met you and I could at least bring them flowers or something."

Vladimir nodded and led Nightwing out of the stable, the carriage being pulled along with the stallion and he walked over to the front of the carriage where the passengers would sit along with whoever was holding the reigns. He offered to help Daemon up onto the seat.

Daemon accepted Vladimir's help. His leg wound had started to throb in the past few minutes and he really wasn't sure if he would be able to get on the carriage himself. He sat down and made himself comfortable. He pecked Vladimir on the cheek before righting himself. "Thank you."

Vladimir smiled at him. "You're very welcome. Let's go, Nightwing." he said softly. He gently snapped the reigns so it was nothing more than a tap and Nightwing began moving out towards the edge of the property where the graveyard was pulled the carriage with ease since the flat part was empty.

Daemon smiled as Nightwing pulled the carriage. He liked sitting here with the sun falling on them. He liked how it felt. He purred and leaned on Vladimir.

Vladimir gently leant his head on Daemon's and purred back. He turned his head to gently kiss the top of the younger man's head and he nuzzles against his hair, taking in his scent silently. He couldn't help but do so. Daemon's scent was so addictive to him.

Daemon chuckled when Vladimir leaned his own head on his. He liked how it felt. He felt rather safe around this man, even if he could drain his body of blood. He smiled to himself and placed his hand on Vladimir's thigh. "So, Vladimir, what are you going into town for?"

"Well...I was thinking of getting you your own wardrobe, that way you have clothes that fit you a little better. I also need to get some groceries." Vladimir looked at him with a slight smile. "It's not fair for me to drink from you and not feed you."