He was snatched from his contemplation by one word she spoke in curiosity “Hmm…nothing” he said perhaps realizing he had said too much but he quickly seemed to recover. The vampire ex-general exhaled a breath leaning back into the bench “Merely the musing of an old man…” If she only knew how old he truly was ‘old man’ would have taken a whole new dimension. LaCroix seemed to give the slightest of smile in a tiresome sort of way, worn by time and sorrow only made worse by the losses he had suffered but of course it was gone before it reached his eyes. There was such a coldness to his presence, one would swear it was possible to feel the very chill set off by his icy demeanor “Suppose I shall be taking that advice but that doesn’t mean I have to like it…I just want to find a way back so that I may return to my humble existence” he said shifting to cross his legs as he could rest his perfect white hands in his lap.