"I especially liked the garden." he chuckled and helped her up. "Beautiful, vulnerable and yet so strong." He said, finding her clothes and handing them back to her. "I was talking romantic in the sorts of laying together in afterglow. My shed is not that sort of place, I'm afraid." He pulled back on his pants.
"Are you alright?" He asked, now going back to concerned Ambrose. "I am still willing to give you my blood if you need it."