LaCroix peered down at her with his eerily bright eyes, frost blue in hue, met her own bright depths that had locked on to his “You know they will talk…that I am corrupting you” Softly he caressed her slick dark locks, enjoying the texture of it and the way the light reflected off like obsidian stone. “You are beautiful….” She reminded him some of Fleur and some of Janette, like a perfect mixture of the two women who had touched his life. The vampire felt an odd flicker in his chest when he looked upon her as if an emotion was trying to rear its’ head, LaCroix was never good at tender feelings. Gently he leaned his head down from six foot one height, catching her lips with his own while his arms encircled her pulling him against him comforting.