Re: Holding Pens - Samandriel and Mitchell
Mitchell smiled his thanks, but it faded when the man shut the door.
He turned towards the boy, and his smile returned, though this one was more genuine. Objectively, he was quite attractive. He was...golden. Burnished like an old painting. Being attracted was good. Josie would want that. She didn't want him to be alone.
"So...you can't talk," the vampire said, slowly. "I hope you don't mind if I do?"