Vials and glass jars lined the shelves of one wall. His cold, undead fingers draped over a few of them as he meandered slowly around the shop. The vampire lazily picked one or two up to inspect more closely. Darieos scoffed to himself as he read the descriptions of the concoctions. They were simple things, like anti-aging creams and other potions that would delight only the simplest human forms. But given the part of town Sorcha had chosen, the vampire Mayor mused she'd become a hit with the affluent soccer moms and suburban yoga queens in no time. Dareios had to give the witch credit where credit was due - she'd always been steadfast in her beliefs. If only she'd bend just a little, her talents wouldn't be wasted on such dribble, and she'd be sitting on a small fortune by now. But that same stubborn streak was always something that intrigued Dareios about her. It kept him coming back for more. He caught sight of her finally and a smirk rose to his lips to match the one on her own. Sorcha looked better than ever, and the vampire found himself falling into her brilliant emerald eyes. The sensation felt warm and familiar. He'd missed it. "Well look who we have here." He said with a wide grin as she wandered over. When she complimented his attire - the usual suit and tie getup - Dareios nodded once before murmuring a simple "Why thank you." He laughed as she took note of the jar in his hand, and the vampire moved to sheepishly replace it on the shelf. "Just don't tell the tabloids." He quipped back playfully. Dareios' gaze flitted back to the witch shopkeeper and then around the small, but charming space of her business. "It's nice to see you too, Sorcha. You've done well for yourself here." He said. Dareios heaved a great sigh before finally asking the question that tugged at him all along: "So are you back for good this time?" He said, with one dark eyebrow slightly raised. Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl |