It was, perhaps, a good thing that Dareios couldn't blush, simply because if she could see redness in the Mayor's cheeks she was certain her own face would become a tomato, her brain most likely short circuiting at the sight. Truly, she couldn't imagine Dareios ever having the need to blush, he was a composed man, wealthy, the Mayor of an established city, the list goes on! So, as he gently puts her on the ground, she's entirely unaware of the blush that threatens to rise to his cheeks even though it was impossible. What the young doctor does notice, however, is the way he drags his tongue across his fangs. It was the first time the petite woman had seen those delicate points, before he was a Mayor and now... now he was a vampire. Something different, something foreign to her. Though, the spike of fear that would normally send her heart thundering against her chest doesn't come, at least not tonight.

Her slender fingers grip at his arm, supporting her weight as her legs threaten to buckle beneath her, the adrenaline that coursed through her was beginning to wear off. Miya is distracted though, her chocolate gaze lingering on his mouth, unaware that Dareios was fighting the urge to kiss her. Loosening her grip slowly, she looks away, her cheeks flaring a bright pink in the darkness, "Does it hurt? Your... teeth?" She asks suddenly, the words falling from her mouth like literal word vomit before she can help herself. It dawns on her, only a moment later that she had asked about his fangs, in the dark, alone. Still, there was no fear the seemed to accompany her, the woman feeling... safe with Dareios. Something she never thought she would feel and yet, the embarrassment of her line of questioning as her whipping her head back to him, eyes wide in apology, "I didn't mean to be rude! I'm so sorry, I'm not used to having... friends that are... well, not human?" He statement ends in a question, her brows drawing together in a slight frown.

She was botching this.

How Miya desperately wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere and die! When she finally releases his arm, she manages to finally regain some sort of computer, her voice clearing as she announces he made it fairly close to her apartment, her finger pointing out the cold and dark complex across the street. His lopsided grin returns as he snaps his fingers, it makes him look almost younger and that grin of his is contagious as her own lips spread into a smile. Before she can change her mind, she invites him in, her fingers wringing one another nervously, her eyes glancing away from him just as he agrees. Her chocolate eyes look back up at him, she wasn't sure he would agree as she lets a small sigh of relief escape her. Turning, she moves down the sidewalk slowly, her legs feeling like jelly still as the walk in silence for a moment before his baritones break the silence.

His question wasn't unreasonable and yet, she can't help but flush in embarrassment. She hesitates as she gathers her words, her gaze locked on the ground as they reach the base of the rickety old stairs, "Well, when I moved to the city I didn't have a lot of money, I couldn't even afford this place alone. I ended up finding an ad in the paper that someone was looking for a roommate and it was the only place I could afford in town," she shrugs casually just as they reach the door before turning towards Dareios, the man still carrying her messenger bag. Accepting it from him, she digs into the pockets, producing a key and unlocking the door and letting them inside only to be met with the biting cold. Having the heat on constantly was still something she couldn't afford, even with her job. "After I graduated from medical school I worked in the hospital here for... a long time. A doctor had it out for me and wouldn't let me advance in my career, it wasn't until I met Oliver Burton that I fell into the roll I have now. He... pulled some strings and got me the job I have now, I was furious with him for awhile, I felt like I didn't earn it but after he told me that the doctor was deliberately keeping me at a lower level, well... I understood why he pulled the strings," she sighs after a moment, moving farther into the freezing apartment, allowing the messenger bag to drop to the well used couch.

Flicking on the switch, the lights sputter to life to set a warm glow across the sparseness of the apartment. "Ever since I got my new position I haven't had the time to look at new places and despite the raise... I can't afford anything else in the city," she admits, her cheeks tinging brightly with embarrassment. She was still paying off bills from her mother's treatment all those years ago. It was a debt she had been drowning in for so many years and yet, it wasn't something she was going to tell anyone. Sighing, exhaustion sets back into her bones at the very thought of that crushing debt before she kicks off her clogs and places them gently by the door, allowing herself to flick the heater on for a little while. It was for her guest, or at least that's what she told herself to feel better about the bill that would no doubt sky rocket next month. Turning back to Dareios after a moment, a tired smile lights up her face as she gestures for him to come into the kitchen, a rickety table shoved up into a corner with two equally rickety bar stools. It was just big enough for two people or for Miya to use her laptop and let her medical books sprawl across the top, which littered the table currently.

"Here, let me clean these up and you can have a seat," she says as she shuts her laptop and carefully stacks her books before moving them into the living room and setting them on the beat up coffee table. Returning, she tucks her midnight hair behind her ears, only now realizing how much of a mess she looked from their run in the dark. "Would you like some tea?" She asks, her hostess side her mother taught her as a child coming out as she turns and reaches into the cupboard for a metal tea pot. She doesn't wait for him to respond as she fills it with water and sets it on the stove, turning it on. Gathering the tea cups, she reaches for the honey and returns to the tiny table, setting the items on the top before she reaches up and pulls her hair from the pony tail, her dark locks falling around her shoulders messily. The tension in her head seems to ease as she slides herself into the chair across from Dareios. "Thank you... for coming in, and thank you for tonight," she says softly, a gentle smile unfolding on her features.

Miyako Aiken