The tattoo of his heart increases, teasing her ears with its willingness to indulge temptation. What an exquisite sinner he is, although the name is hardly flattering. Isabel wonders what the earliest followers of the path called themselves before the derogatory name of 'sinner' was given to them by those of her kind who were afraid to walk in concert with the Beast. One night, she thinks, she will have to visit Ancona and see what secrets are still hidden among the temples.

"Of course it would," she smiles. "Who in their proper mind would believe that a Renaissance duke and a vampire would wish their company and allow them to depart unscathed when the sun rose? Such fear, too, would taint any sweetness of the vitae, and that would be most unfortunate." he watches Cesare as he watches the lad: a faint scenting of the air reveals much more to her about the lad's character. Dominating him into compliance would be, in addition to anathema to the rules of the Road, counterproductive for it would mar the rich deepening of his vitae.

Isabel looks up at him, eyes hooded as she listens to his request. She makes a small 'tcth', almost disappointed in his opinion of her. "Don Cesare, I have not yet taken life within the town limits. I assure you that I have no desire to break that rule this night."