Oh, could he keep this one? Lord Akeldama settled them onto a small loves eat, shifting his grip to both of Biffy's hands.

"You're quite right, my dear! I would hate to be thought of as traditional... Or worse, boring." he let out a theatrical shudder, his graceful hands closing on Biffy's in an intimate squeeze. Just like it was dull to rehash the same styles and colors, season after season, it was dull to constantly be agreed with. Lots Akeldama didn't mind a little respectful dissension -- as long as it came from a place of passion and knowledge.

"Tell me, Biffy, is fashion an interest of yours?"

He'd passed his test with flying colors, and now the vampire was just being his nosy self.