[i]As Ashley would grip the female's snowy white hand, he would find it to be.. cold. Inhumanely cold, as if her fingers were icicles, shelled by the cover of skin and muscle over them. Though even then, a certain aura of heat radiate from her being. Not all of this Vileblood was as cold as the reaches of Cainhurst.[/i] "Gallant.. You have nothing to apologize for, Sir Monroe." [i]The Vileblood woman's pale face would allow a thin, though respectful grin to be exposed, as she would bow her head towards the taller Knight of Cainhurst. The woman's body would arch in a bow of her own, as she pressed her right arm over her chest, her fist placed over her beating heart. A heart of black and corruption, yet, but a heart nonetheless.[/i] "I am Irina Scarlette Elizia - one of Queen Annalise's later subjects, I would presume. I have never had the fortune of greeting another Vileblood, other than Queen Annalise and the Crow.. on better terms, anyhow. Though.. I am glad to meet you, Sir Monroe. You do not have to refer to my being as lady, though.. I fear that the things that I have done are not befitting of a title as that." [i]Irina's.. past, perhaps one could say, had molded her into something different, something that she wouldn't wish to pursue with a complete stranger. Though she would remind herself, mentally: this one was no stranger. He was practically kin - another Vileblood. That made four that she knew, at least four living ones.[/i] [i]Herself, the Queen, the child, and him.[/i]