Kane and Ellie
"And is that a Scottish accent I detect? Very fitting." Kane smiled as she curled the hair around her fingers and made a pretty picture with her blush and sincerity. What a sweet little thing. He wondered if the fire she told him about extended to the bedroom. It wasn't a terrible thought, even if he had no interest in burning in a bed. A little scalding never hurt anyone.
"That's right. I'm from Vegas, born and bred, forty is cold for us." He sighed, but at least he was typically warm in his layers and suits. And feeding off others made him burn hot for hours afterward. Not that he was going to share that right away. He was playing off her conversation at the moment. "Did your parents send you across the sea to the school?" He knew nothing about the Anton Castle otherwise he would never have asked.