Seduction is power. But, power is not happiness. Rarely will you find the seducer to be content. If he were content, he would have no desire to seduce. And so it is the lack of happiness and the constant need to fill its absence with pleasure that fuels the seducer. To be a great seducer, one must oscillate between interest and disinterest with the grace of a swan crossing a pond and back again. To be a great seducer, one must be indifferent, like a hand picking up a heavy plum to feel for the fruit's ripeness before setting it down again, deciding the mouth that governs it is not hungry. And while the seducer's tongue will surely taste many fruit, it will forever be left hungry. This raises the question humankind has wrestled with for ages. What is a better existence? Having tasted every experience life has to offer? Or, to have known a single experience truly and totally? Power is tasting. Happiness is knowing. To make matters increasingly complicated, it seems the latter desires the former; and the former, the latter. The seducer is vampire; the seduced, human. Is it not true, that the human wishes to be vampire; and the vampire, human.