<div style="text-align: justify;">Missie listened in silence while Marcel spoke. She smiled softly when he said it seemed that she was more dangerous than he had thought. She didn't consider herself dangerous for him. In a physical sense, he was much more dangerous than she was. He was older, stronger, probably faster, and had nearly killed her by sucking some of her blood. And the nearly had been because Marcel had regained his control before he could suck her dry. Missie had seen in him something intensely dangerous, but there was also some... humanity, perhaps. Whatever it was, had saved her life, just before she could be killed by the vampire's blood hunger. When he called her <span style="font-style: italic">My Missie</span>, however, something flashed into the girl's eyes.<br/><br/>"I am not <span style="text-decoration: underline">your</span> Missie", she replied, defiant. After a pause, she spoke in a different intonation. "Very well, I will take what I can get. Should I ask my questions here, or should you go somewhere else?", Missie asked, now watching the vampire's every movement for her turn.</div>