"Too bad. I barely remember the taste of wine, but I do miss it from time to time." But then, only from time to time. The taste of blood was sweeter than any wine he had ever drank, the rush of it more than any alcohol. Well, perhaps he was biased on that front too, given that it sustained him, had for centuries.

"Well, not often. But... more often than I would like to admit." Magnus. Marius. Akasha. Dear lord he really was abducted too often how had this happened to him. The tragedy of being in irresistible he expected. A sigh.

"It's a pretty prison, as they go. And it does come with some benefits I was not expecting to ever enjoy. For now I'm not feeling ill will towards whoever may be responsible." A pause, accompanied by a smile, bright but with an oddly sharp side, dangerous. "That may change, at some point."