Slumber party with Dracula, all things considerd why not?
That’s right, you nasty little vixen, bite me harder." Ian urged.
I told you once before,” I said, the words husky from remembrance. “Everyone holds their sins close to their skin.” Fangs gleamed for an instant before Vlad bit into his wrist, pooling up two deep crimson holes. “Then come,” he said, holding it out. “And taste mine.
Ask me if I sparkle and I’ll kill you where you stand.” (Bones)
You know that old saying. Once you go dead, no one's better in bed.
No, I do my torturing in the dungeon like any other respectable castle owner.