Those who had had a relationship with their sire knew, there was a bond there unlike any other. They shared blood, the one had taken the life of the other, and given then a new one. There was no bond more intimate than sire and childe. They knew. The keener among them saw it between Janos and Dahlia, the moment she stood in the door, though he had never said as much, not even to Silivasi, though she surely knew. As such, it was an unspoken rule as much as anything, to leave the two alone.
Yes, it had been awhile. But time was relative. Neither of them had changed in that time, or at least, scarcely so. To the mortal eye they would have appeared as if in a photo; exactly the same as decades, or even a century ago. As his eyes washed over her he realized he had kept a near perfect picture of her in his head. Her hair was not quite the same gold, or as long, her breasts not as large, but perkier, her ass even tighter, moe bubble-like. Overall, though the image was not exact, the real thing proved much more captivating.
He had been hoping for a blush, or some similar sign. He would take the askance gaze. Not only was she lovely to behold, but there was also something innocent about her. Janos liked innocence… it was so fun to play with.
Her realization of him in her head gave him to smirk, and a bemused nod of his head. “I am.” He shrugged, his amusement growing. “Oh, I don’t know, seems an interesting place to be. Would you rather be in my head?” He offered, not certain such a thing was even possible, but knowing too that it was a teasing offer… his filthy thoughts might kill her. Then again, he thought, considering her… maybe she was stronger than she appeared. If he were to bet, and he was a betting man, he’d guess she was full of surprises.
He couldn’t wait to discover them.
Cute. He enjoyed seeing her fidget. It was like squirming; and he would so love to see her squirm. Perhaps gasp and squeal a bit as she squirmed.
His brow arched upward. “A ghost?” Well now, here was a surprise. Though, now that he thought of it, he had felt as if there were another presence while he held her as she lay dying, feeding his blood to her. He’d brushed it off. This world was full of the unexplained. Janos had grown up in a superstitious environment, believing in ghost and vampires, but only halfway believing. Seeing is believing. Becoming is to really know. So, yes, Janos believed in ghosts, and though he could not see them, he was sure there must be some who could. His hand moved to her face as it twisted in concentration, to brush the hair back. He wanted to see her better. “Oh, well yes, I suppose I have. Time is fleeting, as they say.” He shrugged, then lounged back, even as he covered her hand with his, to hold it within his own. “Come up to the attic with me, Dahlia, I want to show you something.”