The catch is that it's been a long fucking year, especially for you, so thought you could use some words of encouragement. Except I don't have any. What I do have is a bottle of wine, a warm fire, and enough spite to outlast that want us dead.
You’re nothing but honest, Trevor Belmont.
But if there is room at your fire for a rather sullen dhampir, I would be glad to join you. That would be a perfect start for the new year I believe.








