Her shyness was delicious. Surely it couldn't be sincere, with her being as obviously beautiful as she was? Except she was sincere, was cautious and disbelieving. Godric touched her chin lightly, turning her face back to look at him, keeping his eyes deep in hers. There was no such thing as vampire glamour, but Godric certainly had a way of hypnotizing.
"You seem to forget," he murmured, "that vampires have perfect everything." He was openly suggestive, but not overtly, so she may think he was hinting but never fully know. His thumb traced over her bottom lip, a smile on his face. "My vision is fine. All my senses are ideal. For instance... your hair smells of strawberry champagne, your skin a subtle vanilla. Your lips..." He moved closer, his face mere inches away from hers. "Cotton candy. And your blood is racing, I can almost hear your heart pounding in your chest. Cecilia dear, do I make you nervous?"