The blush that never seemed to leave Varten's face around the beautiful German man, only seemed to deepen more until his neck and ears were a brilliant red. His whole body felt hot and cold shivers ran down his spine. The room was starting to dissolve as he focused all of himself on the lovely visitor. He knew deep down that it was too good to be true. Why would this man take an interest in him.

"Th-thank y-you," He muttered. So he did know then that his host was a male. And it didn't seem to stop him. Varten could not smell any alcohol on Kasimir's breath, so he knew that the man was not just flirting because he was drunk. He was truly interested. A cruel voice echoed in his mind, 'Or it would seem..'