[He listens to that little speech, and it isn't wrong, not really. It's hard being a child of two worlds. It means you never really fit in, not really-- or at best, you only fit in with a few, not the majority. It means you're constantly on the outside, always looking in, always lonely, always different in a myriad of ways.

But at least here, he's half-human. It's better, in Greed's opinion, to be half-human among the vampires sand the fae and the elves, than to be half-inhuman among the mortals.

But there's something about that speech that rings incorrect. And so once he finishes, Greed straightens up. Reaches to take Adrian's chin, tipping his head up, diving down to kiss him. It's not so much hungry as searing, demanding, a kiss you can't argue with. His grip on his chin doesn't release-- and when he finishes the kiss, he stays close, breathing hotly against his mouth.]

Here you are, Dracula's son. And Greed's lover, and the owner of the Țepeș castle. The head of the vampires, the commander of what they do and how they manage themselves. The man who stopped a genocide, and honored his mother's wishes, and kept going even when it seemed like you'd do nothing but spend your days all alone.

You aren't just your father's son, little dhampir. You aren't just my lover. You're your own man. It's past time you recognized that, and started taking what you were owed, respect and love and all, instead of acting like the world only barely tolerates you.