Having a relationship with your sire, knowing them,wasn’t always so great a thing. Janos’ own sire had been an abusive prick. When he’d wanted more from Janos than the younger was willing to give, well that was when he said “Fuck you very much, viszontlátásra,” and he was out the door. He never looked back. Well, maybe a time or two to make sure he wasn’t followed, but you get the picture. But Dahlia would know her own sire well enough, soon enough. What she’d make of that he couldn’t guess. Maybe she would be mad. But she would love him anyway. He was a good man, and they did enjoy each other’s company.
She seemed somewhat bewildered. Maybe it was the ghost, or seeing Janos again after so long, or maybe seeing so much more of him than she was used to. Ah yes, it was having him in her head. He might tell her that he couldn’t read her thoughts if she hid them from him, but he might not. Could be fun to make her squirm about that. The way his own sire had done with him. Of course that game only goes so far. Pretty easy to determine when someone is not reading your thoughts… just think it. Unless you are too easy to read otherwise. A lot of young vamps are, especially to the older ones. Not that Janos was SOOO old. He had passed an important milestone, but that hardly made him an ancient. He knew this well enough.
He chuckled at that. “Well enough, little flower.” I think you might be frightened by what you’d find in my head anyway. He watched her studying him. Rather than discomfort, he felt pride, opening himself to her completely. He grinned at her question, his eyes dancing mischievously with a playful fire. “I like to feel free.” Then he shrugged. “The shower invigorated me, and I really didn’t want to put the dust of the road back on my clean body.” He nodded toward his discarded clothes. “I’ve got more in a chest I keep upstairs.” He gestured upward with his eyes and a nod.
“Medium, hmm? You seem better than medium to me.” He knew the meaning of the word, was just teasing. “Are there any ghosts in here with us?” He didn’t feel anything, but then, he was a medium. He was more of a rare. “If they’re here, tell them this is a private meeting and to get fuck out.”
He smiled when their hands met. It felt like a surge of electricity between them. The connection was intense and he felt like he very well could read her mind when they touched. Even if he couldn’t. The shudder ran through him too, touching his heart. How he loved such tenderness… it made him ache inside.
With her hand in his, he led her, leaving his clothes behind, where they had fallen. His hand was firm around her, protective. Not so tight that it squeezed, but clasp that ensured he would not let go. Up three flights of stairs they went, stopping at the door to the attic. He turned his gaze on her, smiling as he pushed the door open. He pulled her hand up to his lips, kissing the soft skin before releasing it, then moved into the dark room. “Where is that bloody fucking light switch?” He growled, though not in actual anger.