Hyakuya Mikaela. [ by way of a greeting. ] So you're a vampire king, but not a progenitor. Your politics must be very different from what I know.

[ he looks the other over, features carefully blank. this rafa is shorter than he'd imagined, but his eternal features don't look much older than his own. he doubts rafa is as young as he is, though. surely a king must be old indeed.

when he follows him to the back where the sterile smell makes him scrunch his nose a little. it's not very appetizing. then again, blood never has been to mika. thus, when rafa smiles at him, he doesn't smile back. ]

Usually it's humans who meddle with science like this. Who's blood is being cloned?

[ when he speaks, it's with an accent. japanese, by the sound of it, though he hardly looks japanese. ]