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Vladimir smiled as he watched and slowly ate his pasta. Occasionally, he sipped his wine and closed his eyes when he did so. The taste was so much better with chilled wine and he had to close his eyes. It was the color. He'd do anything to replace the wine with the blood from one of the bags, but there was no way he could do that with Daemon so close. Maybe he could pretend to have an episode? No, he already scared the boy with "burning" his hand. He couldn't do that again. He could wait until the evening, before he retired for the night couldn't he?
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