She looks at him. Tilting his head to the side. "Daddy hides me...therefore the only logical reason would be that I am a monstrosity. He doesn't hide my sisters and they are equally if not more beautiful or so I've heard daddies servants say." she bites her lip lightly. "I don't see a monstrosity when I look at you." she says honestly. "I don't care what you are. I don't care what others think you are. I am not going to base my opinion of someone on the opinion of others. My opinion is...your a cool person." she says honestly.<br/><br/>She looks at him. Tilting her head to the side. "Why would I hold fear towards you? I have seen no reason to fear. I will admit you ripping the guy's limbs off was a bit freaky yet it was cool too. He was a true monster." she says honestly. "But you as a person I hold no fear towards you as you have given me no reason to do so." she looks at his fangs. Tilting her head to the side. "Those are cool." she says softly. Giggling a bit. "Don't apologize. I'm not afraid or weirded by them. I think your being different makes you that much cooler. That much better than anyone else." she blushes a tiny bit. Glad the shadows of her hood hid her cheeks from viewability. At least too much anyways.<br/><br/>She looks at him. Smiling as she looks at his fangs again. They really were cool in her opinion. Then again...she was slightly crazy due to an illness she inherited from her mother. She looks at him. Shrugging a bit. "You got to eat. Besides...I don't care how you eat...it doesn't freak me out." she says honestly. Looking at him. Pulling her hood down further when she caught the scent of vampires. She looks down. Giggling as he hissed back and they took off like their asses were on fire. She looks at him.<br/><br/>"Why do you look away from me so much?" she asks. She lowers her own gaze. "I don't look that horrible do I?" she asks meekly. Sighing a bit as she kicks a piece of rock with her foot. Ballet slipper type shoes upon her feet. "I think your the first person I've actually wanted to be around." she sighs and looks at him. "I think its cool that people aren't willing to pick on you. That they give you some form of respect...I don't even get that. I'm locked in the tower 24/7." she bites her lip. "Please don't look away from me...I like you because you don't do that. And because...you didn't force me back to the castle. Its a prison for me...not a home."<br/><br/>She walks with him further. "Where are we going?" she asks. She looks away. "I think another reason my daddy hides me in the tower is I'm imperfect. I inherited mothers scitzophrenia. I'm slightly scitzophrenic." she looks down. Worried he wouldn't want to be near her because of it.