"Vera is the best."
Caius did not feel that his conscience was hurt when he sang praises (lies so carelessly in broad daylight) to the little vampire queen.
"That is right." Venera nodded in agreement with what the silver-haired vampire had said. "I am the best!"
With a smile on his face, Caius could not help but caress the top of the little girl's head, pinch her little ears, and then poke her plump little cheeks. On the other hand, Venera raised her little head to facilitate the actions of the silver-haired vampire. It was rather apparent that she was blatantly enjoying the gentle attention and comfort that Caius was providing her.
The more the little vampire queen behaved in this way, the more Caius could not help but smile helplessly and indulgently and gently touch the little girl's tender forehead with a finger.
"You are just like a smart little cat," Caius said.
