It was a distinct rarity when the demure Asian woman spoke of her own affinity. A part of her had always despised being different than her race. After all, she was brought up in a very world that so emphasized fitting into those expected roles only for the girl to continue to deviate from the mold despite all of her best efforts. Still, perhaps this one was more fitting for her - especially when the very thought of hurting another was enough to make the demure vampire cringe. Her thoughts, however, were begrudgingly dragged from such a place as Malek inquired after that fateful evening she had all but thrown herself onto the man - a gift he had, at the time, been overly eager to accept. She could hardly help but to nibble on her lip as she admitted the truth of that evening, the girl well aware of the very weight of his eyes upon her. The last thing she anticipated, however, was Malek's sudden insistence that he much preferred her as she was - quiet, shy, uncertain, even. That glimpse of surprise remained present upon her features as she looked up at him, her rich chocolate eyes wearily watching the simper that tugged at the edges of his lips. "You do?" The girl inquired, though the words were little more than a soft whisper before he continued on to insist that she was intoxicating. Her! Her head shook from side to side, the woman fiercely denying the very idea that she somehow prompted any kind of desire within the hearts of men. "I...I don't think that's true." She muttered, only for her chocolate eyes to turn to the floor, "...at least, I don't think most people feel that way."

Chizue hardly anticipated Malek's sudden inquiry of what she had seen of his emotions the moment he had appeared upon her doorstep. A soft sigh left her lips before she informed him that she had gained a general glimpse of what he had felt and what still afflicted him even now. That panic and worry so dancing before her view in those light, nearly translucent shades. How she so wished she could put him at ease! Her admittance, however, seemed to bring a whole slew of emotions upon him, those colors twisting and warping even more as Chizue tried to turn her gaze away from him and towards her own lap, offering him some sort of privacy from the invasion of what she saw. The soft brush of his fingers against her ebony locks near immediately drew her gaze back upwards in astonishment, that almost affectionate touch certainly not expected as he commented on how intriguing her gift was, only to ask after blankets for her sofa. She jumped to her feet, falling quickly back into that role of hostess as she rushed to her linen closet in some quest for something to make him comfortable for the evening. She hardly noticed as he trailed in her wake, the girl instead fretting over those washed and neatly stacked sheets she attempted to pull down from the depths of her closet.

The soft sound of his voice behind her caused the demure girl to jump ever so slightly. She hadn't realized exactly how...close to her he was, his body altogether close as held out his hands for those blankets. "Oh...um, thank you," Chizue muttered as she pulled out a set of sheets, following them with a warm, fluffy comforter. She glanced up from her task of fetching pillow cases at the sound of his voice, the girl almost grateful for that conversation to hold her attention when her own nervousness so threatened to overwhelm her. "Oh, emotions. Like...red is often anger or hurt or....hostility or... even bitterness, sometimes." She shrugged, the delicate interplay of those emotions and colors something hard even for her to explain, Chizue herself hardly capable of getting each of them down with complete accuracy. "People feel so much though...it's sometimes hard to say what anyone is feeling at any one point in time....the colors often get very muddled." She continued softly as she pulled out two pillows, ensuring both were properly encased with those fresh pillowcases before she turned to present them to him. "Why do you ask?"