Dracula just chuckles for a moment. "Indeed we have not, and for that affront, I apologize. I am Count Vlad Ill Tepes, lord of this castle, and patron of the inhuman. My fondness for those that humanity would shun out of fear has earned me many names, but the one they seem most fond of is Dracula, or 'son of the dragon' in my native tongue."

He taps his chest, and leans forward in his chair, something of a half bow. Before straightening, he pulls a goblet from within the folds of his cape, the rather distinct smell of blood filling the air as he took a moment to sip from it.

"As to your request, I see little reason to deny you. It is clear you are not human. In fact, if I were to hazard a guess, you may be a sibling of a dear friend of mine. I could not turn you down, in that case."