Nothing other than your name is Larus and you're a vampire like me. If you wanted, I could try to gather more information about you from your mind but I didn't want to be rude. Not when we might need each other in a place like this. [Armand trails his hand over the blanket on top of the bed, his eyes cast to the side until he looks at Larus.]

I won't hurt you or try to kill you [as long as you don't try to do so with me is the message he sends loud and clear to Larus. You don't live to be this old without letting others know you're not that easy and proving that if need be.].