Dahlia had believed Janos a good man when he helped her. She could only remember bits and pieces but she knew that she had not been well. She knew that there had been blood. She knew that she had been weak, thin, and more rags of flesh upon bone than truly a person. She knew she hadn't spoken much, at all, to him but knew she had spoken to her twin often. She knew that she had been lost, and confused, and very much consumed by the loud of her own head. She knew enough to realize that whatever else there was, she didn't want to know.
She had been brought here and she thought it best to remain; to linger inside these walls that were not home but were. More than once she had thought to leave. More than once she had looked out the window and wondered where she would go. She had nothing left out there in the world. This was all she knew. Her home before was gone. Her family all dead. Janos was the only friend she'd had at the time; when all else had gone away. There were others now, in the city. Others that she considered friend. But it was different with Janos. Different in a way she didn't understand and continually left her feeling off step. Her head canted slightly to the side in a bird like gesture as he spoke of his clothing, and his reasoning for being nude. She thought to question why he hadn't just gone upstairs but she didn't.
"Better?" she did question; her brows creasing slightly again as she looked down at herself. "Are there steps above mediums? Isn't that a necromancer? We had one of those. I didn't like zombies any more than I like ghosts sometimes." the thought made her shudder slightly; remembering the feel of crushing the zombies skull. Remembering, all too clearly, the feel of teeth tearing into flesh and how...sick she'd been afterwards. Sick wasn't something a vampire was supposed to be. She...hadn't liked it at all.
At his question Dahlia glanced up and around the room; seeking out, still, her twin that was nowhere to be found. It made her frown, briefly, but she tried to brush her worry away. "No. Most listen to me and stay out of the house." it was a rule she tried to set long ago and apparently it had, mostly, worked. She debated explaining that one almost always remained but kept silent. She didn’t want Janos to look at her the way some others did.
As they walked she continued to glance around them; watching now for ghosts since he seemed to not want any around. She wasn’t sure why it mattered to him; it wasn’t as though the ghosts could repeat what was said to anyone but her. Not unless there were more mediums in the city. Which…she didn’t know if there were. The only one she knew, was gone. She tried to focus on scouting instead of him. Instead of the feel of his hand against hers and the way it made cold flesh seem somehow warm….
The brush of his lips against her skin once they’d stopped, made her hand tingle; Dahlia’s eyes widened just a fraction in surprise. Before she realized what she was doing, she was rubbing the spot with her free hand. The flesh he’d touched was just recently healed; having been burned by the sun only a few days before. Maybe that was why it had felt so strange? So…sharp.
“It should be right here…” her voice sounded distracted as she stepped into the room behind him; smoothing her fingers against the wall to find where she thought the switch to be as her eyes quickly adjusted to the pitch dark.