Dietrich's brow furrowed in curiosity at her remark, watching her stick her hands in the kindling. At the sight of the sudden spark quickly consuming the provided flame fuel, Dietrich was taken aback, surprised by the action. In all of his centuries, he had never seen anyone light a blazing fire with their bare hands. Sure, he had borne witness to Remilius' necromancy and reanimation of the dead. He had supervised for he was, after all, dead himself and all his servants were mindless corpses that kept up the castle with the basic cleaning and shining. Remilius, as hub of the castle, was a master at conjurings and incantations. The only living beings that occupied it were the cooks, and the cooks... well, let's just say they are another story.
Cinae's feat amazed him and made him forget of his plight somewhat. He did not want to pry and ask her how she did it, he was respectful enough of her to mind his own business. A part of him suspected it might of had something to do with the beautiful glow that shed from her like an early morning's dark breeze. The small clearing seemed to hold in the heat, spreading warmth onto Dietrich's naturally cold skin. He took her offered cloak and tossed its ends around his shoulders. It was soft and though meager in size, it was comfortable. "Thank you," he said sincerely.
Seeing as there was no seat to be had that was close to the fire, Dietrich whirled his head around and spotted a hollowed out nearby log at the edge of the clearing. He neared it quickly and rolled it over close to the blazing flames. It was a small log, smoothed of bark as if animals had sharpened their claws on it too many times, completely stripping the bark from it. He had pushed it with ease, his supernatural strength coming in handy in the most unpredictable of times; it was heavy by its look. Taking a seat, he offered her the one beside him, hers to take should she so choose.
But then she said something that caught his attention, both her inquiries of his name and his hunger. It was as if his mind was caught in a daze, his head moved to side, looking distantly, fearing what he might see if he looked at her. "Err. Dietrich is my name," he was swift to answer, his instincts focusing more and more on her latter question. Hungry? Hungry?! It had been a while since he fed and he was not above going for a nice hunt. He swallowed hard and considered his answer. Yes, the forest was very bountiful, full of various prey that he could feast on and yet... There's a perfectly good piece of prey right in front of you, his vampiric mind reasoned, seemingly too eager for the kill.
Finally, after a few more moments of thought, he decided that he could wait to feed, his desire to reap horrible vengeance on the horrible wizard was stronger. "Yes," he answered as calmly as he could muster, "I could do for a good slice of venison." Now that that prospect had come to mind, he had nothing to repay her with, and he hated being in debt with people.
