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"Daemon. That's a...nice name." he said softly, folding his arms over his abdomen. "Tell me, what did those wolves want with you last night, Daemon?"
True, it'd been centuries since he struck up a conversation, but that did not mean Vladimir lacked manners. However, as long as he'd gone without contact with anyone, he felt socially awkward and feared he would say something unintelligent at any moment.
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