Vadim continued to growl low in his throat as the humans made their stupid excuses. Yet, a part of him hated that he brought so much fear. He thrived on and cringed at that look in their eyes at the same time. To think that once he was considered beautiful. Reaching down, he grasped one of the roses in his too large paw, seeming to try to cradle it, but half crushing it instead. "No disrespect," he scoffed, not believing them. "Filthy humans!" However, something they said interested them. Vadim stepped closer, his body hunched forward in a low crouch that almost brought his face to the human woman's level.

"You have a daughter...?" Even before he realized the significance of his words himself, he was already spinning a plan. It was just, so lonely at the manor and it only seemed far. He lifted the crushed flower so that all could see it, twisted thorny step and a bud dripping blood red petals. "I might let you live if you give her to me." His flower for theirs. It was brilliant. To think he never considered this before. If he couldn't get anyone to love him as he was now, then he would just have to force it. Otherwise, he would remain alone forever.