You notice the vampire perched up on a tree by the river, flipping through a book in his hands. Without watching your step, a branch cracks underneath your boot and his head snaps back to your location. “Oh, it’s you. Are you so bored with the rest of our mutual company that you decided to stalk me?” There’s a venom to his tone, agitated from being disturbed, but he’s made no further movements to suggest hostility - if anything, it seems like he’s trying to rile you up for some friendly bante...