"And what brings you to my hold, little woman?" he asked. His voice was deep and rich, and Loki could see how he could seduce someone with a weaker mind.
"Little woman! Don't let my stature fool you, Dracula," she challenged. The vampire made a face, a delicate blond eyebrow raising.
"Dracula? You're assuming I'm the Impaler?" he asked.
"Sleeping in a fancy coffin, fangs, yeah... I'm willing to guess that you're Dracula," she stated.
"You're not a normal human being, are you?" he queried as he floated down to her.
"How very astute of you, Canine. Or, are vampires more like cats...? They like to play with their food," Loki said. The man chuckled and floated down to the ground.
"You've never met a vampire before me, and already, you have preconceptions of what a vampire is? Typical human," the vampire said. Loki took offense to that and sent a blast of ice his way. The vampire easily knocked it aside and stuck his hand out. A sword came flying out of the coffin and he caught it without looking. He pointed it at her and Loki sighed, drawing knives.