[His fortress was more like a prison on the inside, but luckily all she could glimpse was the exterior, which resembled a large mansion that might have been leaning towards becoming a castle. Her house was much simpler and less sinister, and even though Vlad felt as though he didn't belong, he did like it. Her disappointment was evident, as was the flash of hurt he felt at his refusal to let her in, but he couldn't let it deter him. His mind was no place for her, not yet.
He could actually feel her even though she wasn't actually with him in his apartment, and it would have reminded him of a lucid dream had he not been awake.]
That is not entirely true. I simply... am not used to this kind of thing.
[He was interested, but mingled with it was hesitation - suspicion, even. This was unfamiliar territory, and although he was very clearly glad to be near her, Vlad didn't like not knowing where he stood.]