Ziegfried briefly stared into Neferata’s eyes as they started their final dance together. He resisted the temptation to joke about the literal meaning of her name. Surely she had heard that before over her thousands of years. The first dance had been a bit rough when the Strignay came up. Fortunately, Neferata was still a woman and preferred to discuss herself over any other topic. He was able to quickly rebound listening to her go on about her life story, nodding when needed and emphasizing as appropriate. They had switched partners for the second dance. Whatever had transpired between Neferata and Heinrich during the second dance seemed to have left her off her game. In contrast, the Viscount felt emboldened and rejuvenated by the easy conquest of Mercy. Ziegfriend sensed ultimate victory was in his grasp but business still had to come before pleasure tonight.
He masterfully laid a trap out bringing up meeting with Bane and the revelation that the Wood Elves could be manipulated through a false illusion of their silly god. She went after the the lure and pressed for details, asking something about whether the Bane they met was just an “avatar” or a god. Did the first vampire really not know Bane was a god? Ziegfried then had the slightest notion a few details might be going over his head but compensated by going into glorious detail on Bane’s war room. She was delighted and impressed. Ziegfriend then went on to how that sadly Bane had stated there existed no one capable of this incredible feat in the vampires’ ranks. Neferata flinched so much Bane might as well of come to the ballroom to slap her himself. She had taken the bait, hook, line and sinker. Ziegfried began envisioning the hilarious carnage she would soon inspire on the battlefield for them.
With the business being completed and final dance coming to an end Ziegfried finally turned to pleasure. He inquired about the Chalice of Blood and was surprised to learn no one had ever tried taking it twice. He heeded Neferata’s counsel on speaking to Negash once he was resurrected. He deftly complimented her command on history during the first dance and asked to meet again for another “lesson” before the battle and ritual occurred. The subtext was playfully(and painfully) clear and Neferata accepted.
In his mind Ziegfried ran a victory lap around the ballroom to cheering applause. The ghost of Glaedwine clapped the loudest while shedding a tear.