Noctus frowned. “Do I look like I need to make friends?” “Noctus,” Aristide said. “I can’t see, and I think you look like you need friends.” Noctus stared at Aristide for a moment, then smirked. “If I need friends, you need friends.” “What kind of logic is that?” Aristide tapped his walking stick on the ground. “Or are you just devolving to insults? Why not go for Shakespearian ones—those were more fun.” “Ahhh yes, there is your vampire nostalgia for long gone history,” Noctus said. “Shall I begin preparations for a coffin so you can take long slumbers?” “Appreciating Shakespearian insults is
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