“A horror writer? That’s interesting considering all these paranormal things he has experienced and that one of his adopted daughters is seeing a vampire. But I suppose he is a stern follower of the philosophy of writing what one knows” he said with a shrugging, carefully pulling away to go fletch his drink. Once he had it, he settled back down next to her, sipping once more of the liquid.
He could tell she was drifting from the light-hearted mood that had been set into one of deep thought, an expression he knew well as he was often the one deep in thought. LaCroix exhaled a sigh shaking his head disapprovingly “Oh Alessa you shouldn’t stop talking because of one disagreement…what she said was uncalled for and you had every right to be angry. I am sure she doesn’t hate you; if she truly cares she will return to you but if you are so concern why not speak to her?”