Her father's eyes widened lavishly at the idea that this man's family owned much of the land where he was from. Enough of it, that even his name was connected to it. It was impressive to say the least, though he found it strange that the man was willing to give all of it up just to settle into a life of killing things that stalked in the night. "I can't say I understand your motivations, but such an offering is worthy of my daughter's hand, lord willing a better offer doesn't come up," the man said. Such was the sort of thing Kasmina's father would say as he tried to make sure he could get as much out of this deal as possible. After all, at present Kasmina was his only daughter and he didn't know if he'd have any more children any time soon, with his son being so young.
Meanwhile Kasmina managed to look quite engrossed in what Gregor had to say. She was at the very least interested because it allowed her to compare this information to what she'd seen from the man she'd encountered on the night of the full moon. 'Didn't bother with garlic, seemed unaffected by silver. My ring is pure silver and he took my hand, with no obvious problems a couple of times even...' she thought to herself. That seemed like the sort of thing which would lead one to believe that if Viscount Phantomhive was actually a vampire he was likely one of the strong ones the man before her was warning her against. At the mention of holy items the girl's eyes widened, of course, it would go without saying that if a holy item were to work, she didn't think it would on this particular man, especially not considering he spoke of god himself and conferred blessings to her at the end of the night. She supposed there was no harm in keeping a cross on her person but, she could hardly see a reason for it. 'Blessed items, perhaps they work on lowly creatures, but what if he is something more?' she thought as the final thing was spoken by this man.
Who seemed to be under the impression that vampires could somehow ensnare victims with their eyes. And this made her wonder if that wasn't how this man had come to have the meal of the woman he'd killed before they'd properly met. 'I suppose being able to lull a victim into a false sense of security is to be expected. But I made eye contact with him constantly over the course of the night, and I never felt unlike myself,' she completed her thoughts. By all rights what was said confirmed any lingering suspicious about the nature of the Viscount Phantomhive, even so, she believed him a good and righteous man, even more so because he'd apparently had the power to do whatever he'd wanted to her and had refrained. With this in mind she had all the information she needed to feel confident in her decision to warn him of this vampire hunter who might pose him a problem or two at some point. "Thank you for informing me, Sir MacLaird. I will of course, do my best to remain vigilant and aware of my surroundings. I doubt I am the type to hunt a vampire or anything like that... such activities should be left to professionals such as yourself. But I appreciate your honesty in this matter, and pray I never have to put such information to good use," she said offering the man a smile. She really was grateful and it wasn't as if he was the worst man she'd ever met. Beyond this it gave her the opening she'd wanted to return a kindness shown to her by the Viscount Phantomhive. "That's my prized daughter, always curious and gracious. I'd rather hold off on accepting the offer just now, Baron MacLaird. You know, give the idea some time to settle and all of that..." said the Baron Dacian. Of course, this man was miles above any other in the area as far as what he had to offer, and given this the Baron Dacian had all but decided. He only avoided immediate confirmation because business had taught him to leave a potential customer dangling for just a little while would often sweeten the deal in anticipation.
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