Collar or mark? Part 1

Penelope was glad to have Damien intervene in the conversation that had only begun with the man who she had never spoken or seen until now. It wasn't that Damien was a good vampire in her eyes. Until now all the vampires had their own side where a lot could be considered to be complex or nothing less than pompous. Damien had made her climb the tree to get the fruit he wanted to eat while he could have reached for it by his mere strength. The pureblooded vampire was crazy to make her climb the tree. And even with his shenanigans, Damien appeared to be less overbearing than the man who stood next to her.

"Good evening, Young master Damien," the man bowed his head. His blonde hair that had been resting on his forehead moved away from his forehead as he bent his head to stick back when he raised his head to meet Damien's eyes. 

"Evening, Robarte," Damien greeted back. Penny who had been close to the stranger named Robarte moved closer to Damien instead.