You will, I trust, excuse me if I do not join you. But, I have already dined, and I never drink... wine.
The Order of the Dracul, the Dragon. An ancient society, pledging my forefathers to defend the church against all enemies of Christ. Their relationship was not entirely... successful.
Oh. (chuckles) Yes.
(howls with anger as he draws a sword, holding it at Harker's throat)
It is no laughing matter! We Draculs have a right to be proud! What devil or witch was ever so great as Attila, whose blood flows in these veins?! Blood... (laughs a bit) is too precious a thing in these times. The warlike days are over. The victories of my great race are but a tale to be told. (tosses the sword on the table) I am the last of my kind.
(standing with a courtesy)
I have offended you with my ignorance, Count. Forgive me.
