He seemed only more interested as her fear reached him. Marcel seemed to also raise a brow at her obvious forwardness to leave. It was only when he released the door with his hand that he walked up to her. His footsteps seemed slow, silent and even gentle despite how it took no more then a second for him to get to her. Now only a foot away from Missie, his movements seemed even more gentle and perfect... not a movement wasted. It was as though he had twenty fold more life experience then his appearance was showing.<br/><br/>Locking his eyes with hers, he took time to move his hand up and brush her chin. Where he then tipped her head up, and moved his own head in different directions, as though studying her in more depth than both times previous. He only peered around her head though, first her chin, cheeks... then her hair and eyebrows, lips and finally her eyes. "You have often been said plain and average, but don't give a damn about what people think. You are a hard working girl who has gone through much tragedy in her allotted time alive, though I could not guess about what. I imagine, you probably have qualms about things that seem trivial to other people... mainly about your own choices. Despite all of that, you forage on... and-" Marcel stopped speaking now, and he felt his body grow colder.<br/><br/>"So..." he growled to himself, his smooth voice now slightly harsher... "That was not what I wanted to know..." he murmured to himself.<span style="font-style: italic">Then what do I find so interesting about this women!? what do I want with the human... and why-</span>he thought to himself as he tilted her head up to the side, and felt his lips part as he was about to bite her neck. The sudden urge to feed coming over him unlike any before. It was like his first day as a vampire... the loss of control overwhelming. Only when he got close enough that his long hair fell to the side and lay on his shoulder now as well as hers, that he heard a noise to his right in his bedroom. He flinched at the sound of muffled movement, and took a deep breath. Surprise filled his gaze for the first time in decades... his red eyes staring up sideways at Missie's from his titled gaze.<br/><br/>When he rose his head back up, he lingered by her ear for a moment. "Do you, believe in the supernatural?" he murmured in a smooth and calmer voice than ever before that did not fit his surprised look. After that, he backed up and walked toward his bed area. He did not glance back as he kept walking, "you can go now, I have no want for you to stay in this room any longer... and- don't mention this to anyone, not ever. Or you will regret it," he said. "Shut the door on your way out..." he lastly murmured, waiting while his hand lingered on the separate door to his bed area.