Vlad's eyes flash scarlet, the color of blood.

'I gave you a gift. Men and women before you have begged for me to take them in my embrace. Men and women here would beg for the chance you were given.'

He draws himself up, and the air itself around him crackles with energy. His voice is level, and cold.

'And some small, stunted part of you reveled in it. For as much as I disgust you, what must you think, when you look in your precious shaving mirror, and see the face of the man who enjoyed my touch, hmm?'