"Yep, I knew it, you ARE a sicko!" Alessa's coy little smirked, however turned into a smaller smile when she noticed that LaCroix was moving towards her chair.
When he started to caress her cheek, and brush her hair away from her face, she couldn't help to feel something good. As cold and distant as Alessa was she still desired to be loved, and to be appreciated. The compliment that he gave to her did cause Alessa to cock an eyebrow, but she became just a little bit disappointed when he stood up straight. So, Alessa stood up from her chair, and found herself just a few inches from the vampire.
"Well, I guess I get my looks from my mother. Maybe some from my father. And maybe my family came from the Mediterranean area. Well my mother's family did at least. I imagine that whoever my father was he could take on any appearance he wanted. It might explain why I have blue eyes." The way Alessa was speaking was almost as if she was at a loss for words, and she finally just wound up staring at LaCroix's eyes.