Enter: Hiroshi (Mature: Closed)

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The land was silent, cold, dark, an errie scene. The only light was coming from the moon. A warrior was walking pass the trees his katana on his hip. His left hand holding the hilt tightly. The warrior wore a mask with a red bandana covering his nose down to his neck. A black shirt with a red japanese overcoat, with red japanese pants. He was silent, looking around examining the scenery. He inhaled, smelling a potent smell of blood. A small grin appeared under his mask, slowly he moved to the smell as if he was attracted to it.

As he moved to the smell, he place his sword on to a nearby tree. Slowly he removed his overshirt, his undershirt, then his pants. He reveal a huge scar along his chest, with various tattoos all along his body. As the smell became stronger and stronger. A feeling in him became stronger and stronger, slowly taking hold of him. It was lust, a lust for meat, for blood. He reached his destination. A werewolf was finishing off a sheep. His smile grew wider. A werewolf was in his temporary territory. A bad idea. He removed his mask, his hand still covering his face.

He whispers words for th first time in a long time. "Vile half breed...A slave for vampires and other vile monsters. I am force to relieve." As he finished. His tongue whirled around his lips. He began to change. Fur was covering his body all over. The fur was snow white and soft as a wolf. His teeth grew twice their size and twice as sharp. His nails turns to sharp claws same with his feet. His eyes changed color to dark red. His muscles doubled in size. With his transformation finished he howled loudly. He was a Lycan, a pure breed lycan.

The other wolf turned in both fear and rage. It growled at the once silent human warrior, now the dangerous Lycan. It charge at the warrior. Clawing his right arm. The wound healed like he was never hit. He return the attack by biting into the neck of his victum. The werewolf howled in pain, it's body frozed. With that the Lycan ripped the werewolf apart. Blood stained on his white fur. When he howled with victroy with the double meal. He first deavours the werewolf then the sheep. Once he finished his meal he changed back to his human form. Naked he walked back to where he left his mask and bandana and put it back on his face. He rested on a tree.

"I'll get my cloths later...I need to rest for now." His eyes slowly closed. The Lycan Warrior's name is Hiroshi. And he is now free from the vampires and their scouts...For now.

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She had heard the screams of the werewolf, the recent screams of pain. Stupidly, Little Miss Huffie paid them no mind. The screams were in the past and sounded so far off. Besides, she could defend herself, could she not? She thought yes. She wasn't heading that direction anyway. Well, her intention was not to head in that direction. The young woman wanted to go north. The screams were not north of her; though don't ask her to tell you the direction they came from. To her left would be all she'd be able to offer.

Now, she was heading east when before she was heading south. It had been a while since she was last heading north. Now, she was heading directly towards the werewolf scream and towards the lycan who had killed the savage beast. Oh praise that directional sense of a one Thieving Shapeshifter! What a wonder is was that she’d yet to fall to her doom from a cliff. Oh no, that had happened, once. Luckily, she was able to morph into an eagle. Her life had been spared. Huffie was free to steal another day. It was a good thing she was in no hurry, though it'd be nice to be in a nice fluffy bed before the night fades to day. The little beauty was beginning to become sleepy, as it’d been a while since she had last gotten in a little cat nap. Maybe she should have accepted her clients offer to guide her out of this forest.

Nah.

Showing weakness was unacceptable. Besides, he was gross. Huffie housed no desire to be associated with unpleasantly greasy people. The painting had been delivered. She had been paid - handsomely - and that was all she cared for. Huffie was done with fat old man. He did not please her. Admittedly though, her purse had no complaints.

"Maybe I should have taken a left back at that fork..." a frustrated sigh erupted past the pink lips of small thief. Huffie was beginning to get annoyed. She was in a forest, and she was in heels. It was not a good combination. Due to the good hour she'd been wandering lost in this forest, her black boots had become dirty as the stiletto heel kept sinking into the moist dirt. Were it not for that unpleasant fact, she'd be just fine wandering around lost. It was an everyday occurrence for the white haired beauty. To her, strolling around lost was its own little adventure to keep her mind from boredom. Tonight, however, she just wanted to leave.

She was beginning to think she should start to cheat. By cheating, she meant to slip into the comforting form of a giant eagle, but that wasn't a good idea. The Steller's Sea Eagle was not a good shape for such a dense forest. With a wingspan of eight feet, she'd more likely break a fragile bone than escape to the sky. Alas, that idea was out. In defeat, Huffie continued walking, tripping over an upraised root here and there.

It wasn't long before she came upon the man with the bandana covering his face.

Wait.

It wasn't long before she came upon the naked man with the bandana covering his face.

Ooooh. Pretty.

"Well this just made my night all the better," Huffie purred as she paused several feet away. She didn't speak to him directly for fear of startling him. She didn't want him to leave! Flicking white hair over her shoulder and bangs away from her eyes, Huffie could not keep the pleased smile from decorating her pixie like face. Smoothing out the dark clothing that adorned her body, the Shapeshifter tucked angled her head to the side as her right hip was accentuated to the side. She really must have been a good girl tonight. Why else would that pretty sight be out and open for her viewing pleasure? Dark green eyes slid slowly down the stranger’s body from the top of his head down to his toes. This had definitely made up for being lost the last hour and probably ruining her beloved boots.

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He slept soundly after his tasty meal. Dreaming of his family and friends who were killed by his enemies, the vampires. And the traitorous werewolves who betrayed him. As he slept he gritted his teeth at the thought of wolf traitors. They only thought of themselves, not of their fellow kind. Those vile slave race of wolves. They could of saved more lives if they followed their fellow kind. But they choose to be slaves for those disgusting creature called vampires.

A fragrant made its way into his nose. It was a sweet smell, could it be a woman? What ever it was, he wasn't alone anymore, that was for sure. He kept his eyes closed, thinking of what to do. After about twenty seconds, he decided to lure who ever was around. Was this person a tracker? A hungry beast? Or someone lonely?

If it was a tracker for a the vampires, death is on it's first step. If it were hungry beast, he was going to return the favor. Likewise for the lonely person, he havent had company since the last crowded area. He force himself to fall, making it look like he fell to sleep at that very moment. Listening for steps and voices, what did they want with him? It was time to find out.

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Never very good at heeding the warnings her parents always pressed upon her, Huffie flittered forward. The white haired woman was a little excited to finally see signs of life beyond the little critters of the night. Finally! a savior to get her out of the trees. At least, that was what she was hoping for. Was this strange naked man to be an aggressor that’d just be her luck. It would be a shame. She paused when she was less than two feet away. Acknowledging personal space was never a strong point of the shapeshifter, as being closer to people was always better than being too far away. But alas, he was asleep and that was no fun. "Psst!" she whispered as she crouched down before him. "Wakey-wakey!" Huffie called in a sing-song voice. So waking up a strange man in a forest in the middle of the night was hardly the most intelligent thing to do, but really, she didn't care. Besides, she refrained from poking him, for now anyway. She was lost and really wanted to get out of this forest. It was creepy.

Licking her lips, she leaned heavily on her small, right hand. Remaining in a crouched position required balance, and balance was something this shapeshifter did not have. What a clumsy thing she was. Having been wandering lost for a while now; Huffie had managed to gain a bit of dirt upon her person. Knees covered by black leggings had gained a hole in the left, but the hole was hardly visible as protecting her exposed skin from view was dirt. Luckily on the fall that had caused that dismaying ruin of pants had not drawn blood. "Pretty please?" she questioned the sleeping man, slipping sugar into her voice. "Or are you lost too?" Her lips pursed as she fought off a frown. It was possible. The attention she had directed towards the man was gone as green, almost black, eyes slid up to what little sky could be seen through the branches.

"It makes sense that he'd be lost too..." Huffie began using her free left hand to tap at her plump lips. "Why else would be naked in the forest in the middle of the night?" Thoughtfully, her head cocked to the side as her mind went onto a silent maze of questions. Just what was this man doing here? Was he a naturist? That'd be a lovely surprise! People with that belief should always be praised, even those whom she would classify as less than pretty. Confidence always gave a point or two.

Attention slipped back to the sleeping man or more specifically his covered face. Though quite curious, Huffie refrained from reaching out and pulling the barrier to the stranger’s face away. Invading personal space was one thing, but the mask was privacy and to break it would be unacceptable. Huffie knew that if she was to be found with a mask and someone was to remove it, she’d be irrevocably infuriated. As such, the petite woman blew her bangs from her eyes and idly peered at the man.

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He heard the steps coming closer and closer. Then heard her rather soft voice. And the fact she was lost in his territory. How unlucky...For her. But it was odd she did not notice the bones of his last meal. He could always have another meal, but then again he could take advantage of this. A woman lost in the woods, no one able to save her. But he won't do anything just yet.

He was curious on what her intentions were. If she wanted help out of this forest, she would have to convice him to. And convince him not to kill her as well. Continuing to pretend to sleep, he softly grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him giving her a soft but tight hug. Cuddling his face in her soft hair. Let's she what she will do.

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Huffie screeched in surprise as she fell hard onto the stranger. Her body tensed as she remained frozen against him. It was not the most comfortable of positions she found herself in. Bony knees had slammed hard into the ground, her already dirtied left one landing on a sharp rock. There was no hiss in pain. Arms were pinned, though with a bit of twisting her left one could easily be freed. The forehead of the tiny woman collided with the man's shoulder, which did bring forth a sharp curse of pain. Eyes remained closed as she focused on expecting the next move. Ready to quickly shift form, muscles rippled beneath sun kissed skin.

Huffie really ought to consider toting around an army of four leaf clovers everywhere she goes.

"Well that was unexpected," Huffie murmured as she fought to make her body relax. She couldn't do it. The woman felt trapped and it was an unwelcome feeling. Taking a deep breath, she inhaled his scent. It was an action that the shapeshifter could help. Here was this man nuzzling her hair and holding her to him. It was a natural reaction. Of course now she knew that he wasn't asleep. Doubt began to creep into mind and spark her sense alive.

Wiggling, Huffie twisted around so that she could squeeze an arm out of his grasp. Quirking her lips to the side and fighting the want to lick the shoulder her face was pressed into, the woman felt around to find the man’s face. Finding it buried into her hair, she gave him a gently poke by his ear. "Hey!" she called out with a voice loud but muffled. "Lemme goooo!" Giving her demand, Huffie began to wiggle around. This was nothing she had been expecting, and had the action been coupled with a more innocent feel to the shapeshifter, Huffie would have been more inclined to accept this new turn. Her senses did not agree with such a thing. They were warning her.

Straightening her legs away from the sharp rock that had cut her knee, Huffie brought her right leg out and around to that she could let her small foot rest gently against his upper thigh. Though the position was uncomfortable, it was a good defensive placement. Stupidly Huffie had worn stilettos out into the forest (Hey! It was only supposed to be for a few minutes), but now it seems that they'll come into useful play. It hurts to be stabbed by a pointed heel.

“There’s no way you’re still sleepin’. Lemme go,” she repeated as her face turned to the side, her cheek pressed against his shoulder. The tone of her voice was calm and nonthreatening, as she had no desire to stir up the situation. Besides, she could be completely wrong and this is nothing more than a simple misunderstanding, right? "Please?"

Well, a girl could hope.

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He continued his little act. Slowly opening his eyes, they closed off and on, until finally they were finally fully open. He looks at the girl, she was a rather attractive woman. He let her go. Keeping himself silent, not even a yawn. He stood up and slowly walked off for a few feet.

He picked up his pant and put them on, found his shirt and coat and threw it near the girl. Walked off again to his katana. Took it out and made it look like he was going to kill her but instead cut of a few brancha and threw it to the middle and made a fire.

He sat down placing his sword down and looked at the girl. He saw the cut on her knee. He picked up his soft silk shirt and ripped a sleeve. And wrapped it around her knee.

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Free! Oh free at last!

It was nice to no longer be confined, though she did miss his smell. Moving to a sitting position, Huffie watched as the silent man stood and moved to a pile of clothing. It was a sad thing to watching him dress. Despite only being adorned in pants, Huffie immediately missed the view of skin. With a sigh the woman leaned against the rough bark of the old tree growing behind her. Watching almost dejectedly as he collected his shirt and coat, the thief waited for her little peep show to come to an end. She did not expect him to toss the articles of clothing towards her. Oh well, she wasn't complaining. "So, I'm lost..." Huffie trailed off, not finishing her request for help. Her not so naked man had walked off! Well damn.

He came back with a katana. Instantly, Huffie was on high alert. Her spine straightened as her weight was transferred to her legs. Slipping slim fingers into the top of her left boot, the woman with white hair spoke. “Hey now! We do not attack innocent little girls!” Okay, so that was a stretch in every sense of the word. Innocent? Hardly. Little? Maybe… Girl? Well, technically she was. Fingers curled around the handle of the small knife she kept for emergencies. The desire not to expose just what she was instantly was the only thing that kept her from instantly morphing to a great giant bear or a tiny little rat. The eagle was simply to useless in such confined spaces.

Branches fell to the ground and Huffie instantly relaxed. Maybe she was being just a little paranoid. "What? Are we playing who can intimidate who now?" Huffie snapped, biting back the sarcasm she wanted to drip from her words. Though more relaxed than before, she was still wary. This man didn't seem to be the friendliest of sorts.

Intently, she watched as he built the fire. Though not cold, the warmth a fresh fire provided was always a welcome feeling. Clearly he'd been out in the woods before. Huffie on the other hand, though supposedly one with nature, did not favor the outdoors. Well, unless it was a nice sunny day. Being out in the woods was not a comfort to the thief. They were unknown and way too easy to get lost in. Truly, Huffie should have brought a map along, but even so it probably would have done little to good to her. Blueprints, she can read. Written directions, she could handle, but a map? It was chaos and lies! At least it was to her.

When the man ripped the sleeve of his clearly expensive shirt, Huffie could not hide the confusion her expression took on. Furrowing her brows, the woman cocked her head to the side. She was about to ask what he was doing when he wrapped the silk around her bleeding knee. It was an insignificant bit of pain that she had forgotten about until he brought attention to it, but the gesture was pleasant and unexpected. Few if not none would have ripped up such a fine shirt for such a petty cut on a complete stranger. "Thank you," she whispered, her gaze focused now her knee. She did not add a 'you didn't have to do that.' Huffie did not want to belittle this surprising act of kindness.

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He didn't show any emotion in most of what he was doing. But the thank you he recieved from her was...He had to admit warming. He closed to her face to the point where she couldn't see his face anymore. Pushed down his bandana and mask and gave a soft kiss on her soft lips. Awkward as it was, it was his way to show. Affection, warmth and kindness. Without him actually speaking. Then quickly put on his mask so she couldn't see his face.

He stood and made a gesture for and drink. Motioning a bowl and spoon use for food, and making a chugging motion for water. Pointing over her head, there was water for drink and fish to catch. He walked over to his cloths and handed it to her. Put his sword around his shoulder, the picked her up. Thinking about her knee...Making it seem he didn't her walk to him. He walked over to the river and place her near it so she could drink and went to make another but better fire near her. Once he did, rolled his pants and walked into the decently warm water. To catch fish for her. He caught two, and stuck a stick in each and began cooking the fish. Still silent as always.

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Wait. What just happened? Did he just...? He did... didn't he? That was a kiss. It was a soft kiss, almost tender. Huffie couldn't remember if she'd ever even received a soft kiss. In the past all her kisses had been hard, demanding, and needy. They had been a battle for control. In her experience a kiss had been a prelude to sex, but that isn't to say that those kisses hadn't been exquisite. Kissing was a skill that Huffie required all her partners to use. It could be so much more erotic than the actual act. The kiss she'd just received was so different than what she was used to. It was a shame she couldn't see his face, though she supposed that the mystery added a certain element to the surprise encounter.

"You're going to keep that fact a secret, aren't you?" Huffie asked as she idly picked at the bandage around her knee. It was hard to leave such things alone. Bandages just beckoned to be played with. With a soft sigh, she watched as he motioned towards a bowl and spoon. Not saying anything, the shapeshifter stretched out, her arms reaching out and grabbing the bowl and spoon. "These, yes?" she asked, wishing he'd speak. Taking his clothes, Huffie placed them under the bowl. She was confused as to what was going on.

And then he picked her up.

Another yelp of surprise was released from the lips of Huffie as she was suddenly no longer on the ground. It was just a night of surprises it seemed! Maybe she didn't need those lucky clovers after all. He didn't seem to want to eat her or something anymore. Unless this was a plot! A plot to woe her, make her relax, and then pounce! Controlling her desire to tense and break free of the strange man's grasp. "Y'know, a girl likes to hear the name of those that kiss and carry her," Huffie purred as she reached up with her right hand to idly play with his hair. Her elbow rested on his shoulder so that her hand had easy access.

Her gaze was not focused on the path before but instead on the profile this strange man. She was trying to figure him out, but it wasn't going so well as the majority of his face was concealed. Her ears, however were listening intently to the noises of the forest and the gentle sounds of the river. This was by far one of the odder encounters Huffie had experienced, not that she was complaining. She wasn't dead yet!

When she was returned to the ground, she placed the contents on her lap beside her. Picking up the bowl, she moved even closer to the river so that she could dip the bowl into the water. After all, she'd been running around for a while now. She was kind of thirsty. Sipping the water from the bowl, she watched as the silent enigma rolled up his pants and stepped into the water. She had to admit, she was a bit disappointed that he didn't just remove them.

Catching the fish, she was surprised at the speed. It took about the same amount of time as it would have for her had she been in the shape of the bear and had allowed the natural instincts of the creature to guide her motions.

"I'm Huffie," the thief introduced after a long silent while. The woman was never one for silence. Noise was what she preferred. Silence picked at her senses and made her wary.

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As the fish finished cooking he took them off the stick. Placed them on his coat and pulled out a knife. He cut the head and tail off of the fish. Place his hand on top of the fishes body and skillfully cut through the middle from the side, a nicely and even cut from start to finished. He placed them side by side pulling out the bones and ripped off the skin. He did the same to the other fish and cut them into medium sized slice. And put them into her bowl.

He moves to the river again and cleans off the blade. When he hears her introduced herself. He looked over to her. "I am...Known as Hiro..." He said in his deep but soft toned voice. "How is the fish?" He said kindly.

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He speaks! Huffie wanted to call out a triumphant 'HAH!' when he spoke, but she refrained. Somehow, she didn't feel that he'd appreciate the little outburst. Had he been any closer, Huffie would have stuck out her hand to seal the introduction, but he wasn’t, so instead she contented herself by rolling his name over her tongue. "Hiro..." she whispered, testing the name out for herself and committing the name to memory. Still, she was quite satisfied to learn this mystery man was no in fact a mute. He could talk. He could speak with a very pretty voice.

"The fish? Oh it's quite tasty, thank you. It's not exactly what I was expecting, the dinner I mean. Because, well, to be honest, for a while I was half convinced you were going to eat me," A laugh followed her words. It was clear it wasn't something she believed to be true anymore. "Unless..." Huffie twisted around so that she was facing the river and him, a mischievous smile spread across her lips, lighting up her face. The smile make her look younger, which was unfortunate as she needed no help in that department. "This is all some sort of plot." Good humor twinkled in her eyes as she set off on a little tirade. "Y'know the whole butter me up and then BAM!"

[/b]Huffie smacked her hands together in a loud clap. "Attack when I'm least expecting it. 'Cause y'know, I heard this werewolf scream a while back. Someone or something caused it to make noises like that." Huffie was no longer looking at the quiet Hiro as she sat crossed legged with elbows on her knees and chin in hands. Her gaze was thoughtful as she looked up to the dark sky and contemplated her little scenario.

Blinking and shaking herself out of her little reverie, the thief turned her gaze back onto the masked man. "So, can I assume you’re not trying to butter me up with chivalry and dinner?” She offered a cheerful smile as she reached up to gather her thick, white hair into her small, delicate hands. Quickly and with the nonchalance of someone who had repeated the action many times before, Huffie pulled her hair up to the crown of her head and tied the waist length locks into a knot. The hair was getting in her way. Many times she’d considered chopping off the beautiful length, but she couldn’t quite make herself cope with the actual action of gaining short hair. It just did not suit her. “Cause you should know that I’m an excellent escape artist,” she added in a faux serious voice, her finger waggling at him like a teacher would a student.
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She was upright but sweet, kind but in an odd sense. Actually some what trustworthy. Again he walked into the water and again he catches two fish, with great speed. As she spoke, he couldn't help but smile under his mask. Which is almost a laugh, at least for him. A funny and attractive woman, he liked that...Very much so, but if she wasn't more sexual he would take it more further than it was, a soft kiss to the lips.

"No, no. If I wanted to eat you, I would of done it already. And since your eating fish, your blood would taste differently." He said jokingly to scare her. He made the tone obvious, to make up for the fact she couldn't see his face. He thought about his next words carefully when she spoke of the werewolf from last night. He didn't want to scare off such an attractive woman. "I heard it as well, an eerie sound, such a powerful beast taken down. At least that is what I think. From the screech of the howl."

A smile appeared on his face under his mask once again at the mention of an escape artist. "Well if you are good as you say you are. Then...Why are you still here talking to me? Lost? Or are you simply attracted to me? Well attracted to my body, more or less." He said in a sweet and playful tone.

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Time spent in the body of a bear who depended on fish for survival as well as the body of a sea bird had given Huffie quite the appreciation towards the taste of fish. "I'm sure I'd taste just fine, thank you very much!" she said with a definitive nod. Had the comment not been, albeit light, about her becoming the meal she would have been offended. Her? Not taste good? Nonsense! She would taste absolutely delicious! To this date, the little sex mongrel had had no complaints as to how she tasted. No, only compliments had Huffie received. Of course, that really wasn’t the kind of taste he was referring to, but it couldn’t be that different. She was more than sure that should something of the sort ever occur that the blood of Huffie would taste more than fine. It’d be delicious, fish or no fish.

"What? Are you a bloodsucker?"Huffie asked as an afterthought. Had she been in any other shape besides her human form, Huffie would have known he was not. She would have known exactly what he was. Huffie would have known that it was he who had killed the werewolf. The smells would be too obvious, but while a human the shapeshifter had no superior senses. Being oblivious had its problems.

Huffie wanted to comment how werewolves did not cause her any great worry, but the young woman was still wary of this man. She did not want to give away any advantage she might have. As a shapeshifter, Huffie liked her secrets. Secrets could keep her safe should the need ever arise. Secrets kept the victims of her adventures from discovering her identity and location. So instead, the petite thief offered a small, haphazard shrug. "Yeah, whoever took him down I'm sure is not someone who would be all that pleasant to tango with."

Oh, the teasing. She had known it would eventually come. People always seemed to enjoy running into someone who sometimes wasn't even sure what town she was in - well, a sober someone who was as lost of as a cactus in the Amazon. No matter, Huffie really had no care towards it. "I'm still here because you're feeding me and it'd be rude to just run off without enjoying the free food." Huffie grinned to soften her words. "But, I really haven't a clue as to where I am. Y'see this unfortunately happens a lot. It really can be quite the hindrance." A small pout scrunched up her young features as she blew a puff of air to scatter white bangs from her eyes.

“But you are right. I can’t complain about the scenery in the forest.” Huffie gave him a very direct stare before waving her arms towards the river and the old gnarled trees. Leaning back onto her hands was careful to avoid allowing her gaze slide back over to Hiro. “Just look around. These tree are absolutely stunning and that river. Oh, that river is just so peaceful. It’d be a perfect place for a pretty little nap.” There was mirth in her voice. “Don’t you think?”
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He smiled under his mask again and looked down. To avoid making her uncomfortable. But he kept his cool as always. "Well I am no bloodsucker. I'm kind of interested in woman. I don't know how vampires do it." He said with a grin, mocking all the vampires that he knew. He moved over next to her. "Using me for food now are we? I see how it is now." He said playfully. "You get lost and leech on the first good looking man you see huh?" He change his tone a bit to show that he was only playing with her.

"Yes..." He said calm. "This scene is very nice...Perfect for two eating fish. Am I right?" A small flirty chuckle escaped his lips. Then he was finally able to say, "I find you, very much attractive." He rested his head on her lap and closed his eyes. His right hand rubbed her cheek and played with her bang before falling onto his chest. "What do you think of me?" He said curiously.