LaCroix gracefully rose from his seat on the steps; twisting himself about so he was now facing her “Ah Alessa” he said, “Yes I did.” He produced a bouquet of white roses. Unknown to him that she had already gotten flowers, perhaps if he had knew she would have received a different gift.
The vampire let his lips curl into a light yet pleasant smile towards her as he placed the flowers in front of him and offered them to her. “I hope this meets your approval” he remarked in a rare impish manner. Once she would take them he would lean forward, drawing her lovely face to his palms and placed a gentle feathery kiss to her lips.