Re: Grand Staircase
He ran his tongue over receding canines, and teeth stained faintly pink from her blood. No, he couldn't forget what he was, or let himself drop his guard defending against it. But maybe there would come a time when he could accept it. Not now, but perhaps soon.
Her invitation to sit was unexpected, but he took it, seating himself beside her. Now that he was flush enough with blood to look closer to healthy, his presence seemed more controlled, and while he was smaller and younger than expected for a force railing against darkness within and without, his presence was certainly larger than his size implied. "No, I won't," he confirmed, maybe unnecessarily, but she should know she was safe with him. "Did you find something you actually wanted to do?" he asked. The subject of vocations, of one's place in the world, had always interested him. Reduced down to what he really was, he certainly seemed to have come back to humanity, and whatever was in him that was wicked or monstrous by nature was firmly buried under intent, very human curiosity.