As always Mortimer is easy to talk to, there has never been the fear there that perhaps should have been. It's true, Yejide has understanding that he needs blood to survive, he is a creature of the night in all ways used to terrify and thrill those who only think they have an idea. There is much Mortimer has never told her, much that their companionship has let go silent for so many decades that it's hard to keep count. She does not know who turned him, nor when it happened or what his life was before the change, yet he knew she had an extensive family, that she had been murdered before this new life, he knew her and never once tried to destroy her. If Yejide had to choose between him or an ordinary mortal it would be Mortimer hands down every time.

If she were blind she would know him, trust him, and even if she had to live another life she knows she would find and fall to him again. He had she absolute trust, it was all she could do to know that this faith was there. Yejide just gave a small shake of her head and laughs at his remark about the yellow house, "You're too much, Mortimer," that brilliant smile racing upon her lips once again, "really, it's not that bad. Just kind of large.. and yellow." There is an understanding about blending in, although he makes it seem more charming. "Now who wouldn't find a man as worldly and knowing as you formidable?" Knowing very well she didn't, not in the sense he meant anyhow, "The most daunting man behind a row of well placed peonies, you must be very popular with your neighbors."

Her muscles tighten at his tone, she bites the inside of her cheek and looks away at the darkness on the edges of the path. How foolish was she? Yejide was no longer a child, she wasn't that girl of eighteen anymore that didn't understand why people would be guarded and secretive. Even she had secrets. Exhaling Yejide turns her head quickly to apologize to Mortimer but he's speaking once more. At first she ignores his own question to her and she turns her attention back to the ebbing darkness, a sad smile barely lighting her lips, "I've misspoken, you were quite spectacular, if you don't mind me saying. It's been a memory I've always cherished." Perhaps it sounds foolish but it's an apology in it's own way, maybe with a nudge of encouragement. Such talent shouldn't be taken so lightly. He has a gift after all.

Before Mortimer can comment on what she has said she turns her face back to him, dawning that bright smile once more, determined to leave her ignorance in the moments that have passed. She has no intention on returning to it. "Naturally, I'll have to have you over for tea sometime. It's a small home although it's about to feel a little crowded." Giving an exaggerated eye roll and shaking her head in false irritation she laughs, "to be honest anything with more than one bedroom feels too large for just myself." From living in a large home with eleven other people for a majority of her life there was something about the emptiness of a home that left her feeling as if her heart was being crushed by her ribs.

"I do find myself wondering what you've been up to since we last met," there is almost a playfulness in her voice, she's not asking for the nitty-gritty, and Yejide hopes her inflection is clear on that. It's been at least two- maybe three decades since she saw him last, much has happened in her own life so she can only question what has happened in his own.

Yejide's touch becomes light again as she draws up slightly, her eyes searching the darkness. There had been a feeling of dread, as if someone had stepped over her grave, but as soon as it started it faded away. She knows there is much in the world, with a slight shrug she turns back to Mortimer, "sometimes I forget that many like us travel at night, whoever that was must have had strong magic in their veins." Laughing it off as the feeling seemed to disappear all together. To anyone they appear to just be a couple strolling along, although she looks younger than him there is an aging in those pale eyes of hers that wasn't always there. He looks far too polished to be seen with her, she looks like some suburban housewife to be, yet being beside him she can feel her arm relaxing and her fingers occasionally curl and uncurl unconsciously as she speaks to him.