Samantha Cassidy

As the woman made her way into the kitchen in an effort to both ready dinner and give herself a blissful moment to breathe, she found herself entirely aware of the concern that plagued the vampire. His emotions were so vivid for her, every bit of them laced with that thrumming power that she'd learned to identify with vampires. There was concern there, mixed with guilt and worry and that same love for Dorian. Dorian, yes. The only reason she was doing this was her love of her roommate. That alone was enough for the woman to gather the food and go back into the dining room. "I really hope you like chicken, Sebastian," The woman said nervously, her eyes flicking to the bag that he pointed out to her. She offered him a small smile. "You didn't have to do that. But thank you, I appreciate it." She said as she settled herself into that chair. The empath did her best to ignore the worry that radiated off the vampire and instead to focus on the way her roommate so relaxed at her presence.

That Dorian was able to coax a laugh from her seemed to be a miracle given the current situation they were in, and yet the memory that he brought up was one that had her smiling. Dorian had been that first soul she'd truly considered a friend since her new supernatural life, and she'd hardly imagined that day he would turn into her very best friend. She was well aware of the way Sebastian's gaze caught hers at her words, though he seemed so determined to pretend that their initial meeting had not happened. It was polite, she supposed, to ignore it and focus instead on the dinner that was laid out in front of him. Still, the Fae Queen couldn't care less about her own cooking anymore. She wanted to crawl under the table and hide until the vampire left once more, though she knew Dorian would never forgive her if she did. He had been so nervous for their meeting, and Samantha was well aware that she was ruining it with every passing second.

Sebastian's question to her roommate saw another small smile appear on her features, watching as Dorian attempted to explain the evening in question. "He commanded it to stop, actually. Clearly that worked so well." She looked at Dorian as she continued. "You were so outraged. It was pretty hilarious," Her eyes locked with Dorian's. "Yes, the police. They weren't helpful, Dori, because you threatened them with a sword." She fumbled a bit over her last few words, the realization that she had called him by that affectionate nickname - when she had promised she would not - making a blush rise to her cheeks. She would apologize later, though any hope that that would be her worst fault was long gone. "People do not tend to enjoy being threatened with sharp weapons."

Her roommate's inquiry of her meal saw her looking towards it with a look of surprise, as though the young woman had forgotten that it was there. "Oh, um. It's Chicken Piccata," She bit her lip then. She should serve them, she should take charge and be a better hostess and make this evening nice for Dorian. It was that that had her leaning forward to grasp at the spoon, serving them first the pasta she'd prepared and then the pieces of the buttery chicken dish. "It was one that I enjoyed a lot when I lived in New York. I thought that Dorian might like it. It's Italian and all," She spoke her words to Sebastian, though she didn't quite meet his gaze as she leaned back in her seat, once more ignoring the food on her own plate.

Dorian's words then were almost lost on the Fae Queen. She could tell what he was doing in trying to find something - anything - to talk about. She was being a horrible hostess with the way she was sitting so lost within her own nerves. Still, she managed to look up with a ghost of a smile and nod. "Fish and chips?" She inquired, reaching up to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear. "I've... had those before. They are very good. I'm glad you enjoyed them." If anything, it did help to ease the young woman's nerves to know that, at the very least, Sebastian would eat regular food. Though she could still feel the way her neck stung at his bite, and she was still not entirely convinced that she was safe.

The young woman couldn't quite explain what made her look up at the vampire then, fully examining him. He seemed an ordinary enough person. Kind, pleasant... He seemed to really care about Dorian. And yet despite that, all Samantha could see was the vampire in those woods. She could see the way he'd done absolutely nothing to save the bleeding Hunter from the child. She remembered his feelings of guilt and disgust as he'd drank from her at the child's request, though she couldn't understand why he'd done it in the first place. The concept of makers being entirely out of her grasp. She knew Dorian would never forgive her even as she began to speak, and yet Samantha still let those words tumble from her lips anyways.

"Are we really going to pretend we don't know each other? You bit me."