At her very core, Chizue had been taught from a young age to be the epitome of polite. That Malek might have taken offense to her description of that evening she'd spent nestled within his sheets and snuggled in his arms all but mortified her! She was uncertain of what words might so mend that slight, whilst incapable of being utterly untruthful with the man. After all, though the sex had been decent enough, she had hardly been in quite the right state of mind to enjoy it in the way she might have. That red hue upon her cheeks hardly lessened at that warm laughter upon Malek's lips, her own chocolate eyes briefly turned upwards as he repeated those very words that she had offered, only to wink at her playfully! Her gaze ducked immediately though she was entirely unaware of the guilt that so afflicted him. That apology he offered her caught the girl off guard, and yet, she quite literally waved off the man's concern. After all, she was quite certain that she rarely seemed like herself. Nevertheless, Chizue insisted that Malek had been little more than a perfect gentleman, the man decidedly gentle with her when so many within his position might not have been. Even so, Malek hardly seemed inclined to agree with her assessment of that night, his fingers drumming on the sofa as he spoke.

A small simper once again fluttered across her features at the sound of Malek's chuckle and yet, the smile upon his lips disappeared as quickly as it came. Her own grin wavered, however, as she became distinctly aware of the silence that momentarily settled between them. Chizue could see that flare of emotions that so seemed to shift around him, the hues changing so distinctly for her eyes to see before they settled once again, just in time for that inquiry of what, exactly, she was. It took her a moment to consider that very query and yet, for once, the girl was hardly concerned of being viewed as different. After all, Malek himself was particularly unlike most of the vampires she'd met - how few preferred the blood of animals to the sweetness that flowed within mortal veins? Softly, the girl uttered that title that had been gifted to her, though the lack of an explanation only served to prompt that confusion upon Malek's features. She hardly hesitated to offer him an overview of those far more important details of her own peculiar type off feeding - upon those emotions that she alone could see as opposed to the blood that Malek and so many others relied upon. She watched, vaguely, as he eyed her so intently, as if studying her for some hint of....something that so made her unique. That was, at least, until the true depths of what she could do so so seemed to dawn upon him.

Her chocolate eyes watched as that small frown toyed with the corners of his lips, the man so effortlessly tracing back those peculiar behaviors of that fateful night to her particular...habits. Her head slowly bobbed in a slight hint of agreement. "Yes, I think so." She admitted, entirely incapable of telling exactly when an individual was intoxicated or those emotions were entirely their own crafting. What she didn't expect, however, was that inquiry of his emotions. A soft sigh left Chizue's lips before her gaze shifted away from him ever so slightly. "Not quite. They're all....shades of hues. It makes it difficult to pin own an exact motion but I can usually tell the general range of them, yes." She commented, almost hesitant to admit that very invasion of privacy that she so was by nature. Chizue was, admittedly, aware of that panic and worry that afflicted him, those colors flaring and fluttering before too dissipating in the fashion they so often tended to. It was only that movement from her periphery that drew the vampire's gaze back towards the handsome man, the girl was entirely taken aback by that soft brush of his fingers against her ebony locks. It took her a moment, admittedly, to realize just how late it was, the very inquiry almost prompting her to jump to her feet. "Oh! Oh, yes, of course. I'm so sorry, let me get you some blankets okay?" She inquired, so abruptly falling back into that role of hostess, her concerns for politeness so overriding even that bashfulness that his tease might have otherwise prompted as she so rushed to her linen closet to find some sort of blankets that she deemed acceptable.