The break-in, by now, had gone thoroughly sideways, as evidenced by the dogpile of lesser-demons that were now bringing Xeno forth to their soul-reaving Lord. But, could you reeeallly blame xer? No one who lives in an extravagant old-money castle with a servants quarters and a throne-room doesn't deserve to get robbed, at least a little bit. Besides, then xe could meet the person who decided to put a blood red moat outside their evil lair! Such panache, definitely worth a hello. In xer experience, xe found the best way to greet xer fellow rogues-gallery-types were always the ways that could be taken as a little bit a threat.
Not that xe looks especially threatening right now, with a cabal of demons on xer back. The threat always lands better when you're successful, and not, know, caught in your own backfire. It didn't hit xer exactly how over-xer-head xe might be until Lord Demonicai, alerted to the intruder, glided into xer field of vision. Oh. Oh, that's what ancient feels like. It's as if the whole castle moved with him, like you could feel the weight of a dead world following behind him. He is well dressed, in clean cut suits and well groomed. Xeno is stained with green grit and acid, lopsided teeth, and with hair that hasn't dreamed of a toothbrush in ages.
"Hiya! You sure do run a schnazzy joint here," Xe beams, chipper. Conversational, even. Like xe's not imprisoned at all.
"Little byzantine- I mean, well, that might be a personal preference thing? Definitely more of a chrome futurist meself than an... antique... dusty historic old-world fella. New verses old, invention verses tradition, yadda yadda- Y'know how the ideological divide goes!" A manic, electric current runs through xer hair, broadcasting xer nerves, twitchy against the confinement. The vampire lord's confidence is as still as the grave, and Xeno- small, mortal, can't stop shaking.
"-Truth be told, I'm not interested in your antiques, or your blood money, or your minions, or your ominous oil painting portraits or vampire flavored paraphernalia or- no. To be honest, I don't think I can steal what I want from you?" A pause, as xe tries to find the words to explain. "You can kill me!" Still chipper. Still conversational. "You could do it, right now, and there'd be no consequences except a stained floor and a blood splattered shirt. It'll be forgotten with the ages. I'd be forgotten. You're not the same, though, are you?" Xer head tilts. "I can't hurt you without inciting the consequences of a nation. I can't hurt you, because your power runs deep. True power is to be allowed to forget who you've hurt, because they didn't matter enough. Do you like mattering? Do you like mattering so much, you get to live forever?"