Brennus nodded. "I owe him so much. He freed me from Vortimere, and I didn't mean to fall in love with him."
"Like you didn't mean to fall in love with Marcel?"
"That wasn't love ... it was..."
Arcan nodded. "It was blind, almost violent passion. He still wants you. Have you seen him?"
Brennus sighed. "Not in awhile."
"He is better suited to you. He is one of us. The mortal cannot truly satisfy your sexual cravings."
"He satisfies something else ... more profound than that. I am satisfied by satisfying him."
Arcan said nothing. "You have not only come for answers, but for something else."
Brennus hung his head.
"I cannot answer your question. You must decide that for yourself, but the other, ask and you shall receive, my son."
"Please," he pleaded. His body was trembling suddenly.
"Your cock, so needy," Arcan whispered, letting his eyes wander over him. His eyes glowed softly as his long pointed fangs appeared. "I am surprised you have waited so long. We shall take care of you, my beautiful vampire. We shall stop the ache."
Brennus raised his head and met Arcan's eyes. "There is something else I haven't told you."
"There is a voice in my head, a voice I do not know." Brennus shuddered. "I think it has come ... for my soul."