"As long as they're told, probably. Most novices are so desperate to please," Satoru shrugs, leaning back into his chair with a dismissive little sound.
He hasn't yet taken a novice of his own, even with twenty years of being a vampire. He's just the most picky person on the planet, and also so internally, intensely lonely that he can't fathom the idea of actually forging a maker bond -- not that'll ever admit that second thing. So many of them are just... blindly obedient, and therefore boring. Or too weak for his tastes. Or not funny enough.
Entertaining to annoy, though!
He reaches up, and pokes Lydia's feline nose, beaming. "If you're bored, you could pretend to be a werewolf, and freak them out. Or some weird tree climbing goblin."
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He hasn't yet taken a novice of his own, even with twenty years of being a vampire. He's just the most picky person on the planet, and also so internally, intensely lonely that he can't fathom the idea of actually forging a maker bond -- not that'll ever admit that second thing. So many of them are just... blindly obedient, and therefore boring. Or too weak for his tastes. Or not funny enough.
Entertaining to annoy, though!
He reaches up, and pokes Lydia's feline nose, beaming. "If you're bored, you could pretend to be a werewolf, and freak them out. Or some weird tree climbing goblin."