The vampire's pulse hastened as he held the crimson-haired devil. He could feel it in every fiber of his being; this would be his first act after waking from a sluber he could not even measure in any quantity of time. What happened as a result of his advances was unexpected, though. One should easily expect a Succubus to drain their energies during such interactions, but never did he anticipate it occurring when he'd only kissed and touched her. His eyes had closed after initiating the kiss, but they opened wide when he felt something being pulled directly from his body and soul. The grip he had on her bosom became weaker as seconds passed, and his jaw slacked as well. It was truly a shocking experience, and to top it all off, his erect state became nonexistent in the midst of the other occurrences. When this was done, Eira freed herself of his embrace to speak. His eyes, while sharp as ever, were now somewhat blank now that he was free of this mighty lust he felt toward the Succubus. The explanation of Eira's decision not to feed to her highest ability was one this man found laughable. "Shishishi~! What are we, if not slaves to our own power? Some words coming from a devil!" he replied. Still, this state of him appreciated the freedom he could now experience at long last. He'd previously been stuck in an otherwise endless dream of nothing, but now he could pursue life in his preferred way. But first, he had to address the notion of his supposed loneliness in the coffin. In doing so, he raised his right forefinger and tapped his head with it repeatedly. "Lonely? That's pitiful. You didn't get in here, did you?" he asked to reference his own mind, hence the tapping of his head. "But I saw inside you. Which one of us is the lonely one here?"