Despite his shame, Dareios is intrigued by Miya's interest. She didn't recoil in disgust when he demonstrated his ability of ultra speed. And she didn't wince or cry when his fangs made their brief appearance. Given this was only the second time the two had interacted since his identity had come to light, the vampire mayor took it as a step in the right direction. His mind was still awhirl with this information as they moved inside the building. He hardly caught her second apology in the span of just a few minutes - this time trying to unnecessarily correct herself over the cost of living in the city. Miya was right - it was expensive to live in Sacrosanct. What people failed to connect was the hot bed of supernatural residents here - most of whom were ancient in age and therefore had amassed great wealth overtime. Dareios, certainly, was one of them. Their strong numbers here did not bode well for the more human-centric economy. He assumed he'd be apologizing for it for the rest of his life, however many more centuries that may be. Dareios' glare shot around the apartment as he sat tall on the barstool near her kitchen. He took in the sights and scents, but his sightline kept easing back to Miya. This was perhaps the most authentic version he'd seen of her - her tired body moving across the kitchen, watching her let her hair down, the way she plopped herself into the stool across from him - there was no facade, no guard to hold up. He was touched by the way she thanked him for helping her and just for stumbling upon her today. If only she knew how much it meant to him, too. "You were, huh?" He teased playfully about her quip about calling him. He reached across the table to put one ice-cold hand over hers. "So... ask away Dr. Aiken." He said rather abruptly. "You've got questions, and I've got answers. I'm an open book." He added with a smile. "Let me be your instructor on all things vampire." But before she could pepper him with any questions, Miya stood and moved to get the whistling pot from the stove. Dareios' head snapped back when he heard her hiss. He stands quickly, moving with lightning speed to be by her side. The hairs on the back of his undead neck prickle with interest as he examines her wound. "Yikes, that must hurt." He says while hovering. Then he has an idea. "I can help... Again, if you trust me." Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl |