Lane looked slightly confused about his suggestion for the smoke alarm, but she followed the instruction still. Lane watched him carefully, almost just to make sure she did not get a contact high off of him. Maybe that's what caused her to fall so deeply into the abyss of pleasure he had offered the night before. He had seemed almost giddy, filled with adrenaline, at the prospect of finding her and having her aid him in finding the demoness who still tormented him. She tried not to be still and complacent when he kissed her, but she was likely more stiff than she should have been.<br/><br/>The pain brought her back to the present. Lane had never been a fan of needles, but it was only a quick stab, and then the pain subsided. When he spoke of what to do next, she realized perhaps she was a bit of an adrenaline junky herself. Though her stomach had started to show signs of hunger, her curiosity was what won out in the end. "I think I'd prefer the fun part? Though I'm not sure you and I have totally similar definitions of fun."<br/><br/>He was a storm. She looked at him and the thought struck her all of the sudden. The man before her was a mess of winds, rain and perhaps sunshine here or there peeking through the clouds, but a storm all the same. Even though she had always loved the rain, Lane knew that he was the dangerous sort. Hundreds of years upon this earth, and he had no one to go to but the long lost ancestor of a lost love. There had to be something to that, a history there. She could not help but wonder if she was strong enough to survive it.<br/><br/>"I think the pasta can wait a few moments longer..."