"Wait... what?" he retorted blankly. Now he was confused and unnerved by the girl, trying to process this news. He wanted to ask a series of questions but felt it rude to bombard her at all once. Instead, he moved in closer and examined her; searching for any obvious vampiric features. She was pale but everyone was pale nowadays; there was nothing obvious about her. She seemed like a ancient puzzle which he never had the patience to figure it out. However, she was far more tempting than an old puzzle. "I'm morally obliged not to kill you, there are so few vampires left," he remarked with a sigh. "Is your sister the same?"<br/><br/>With a soft sigh, Owen relaxed as Juliet caressed his cheek; her gentle touch gave him slight goosebumps. "It's hard to explain," he uttered, biting his lip. He brought his hands around again and held her wrists softly, kissing both her hands as he slid them from his face. "Let me take you to that play tonight, please allow me this one evening of fantasy and then I will tell you," he pleaded. It was hard to determine how she would react to him, stripped down to his core; he felt like a monster compared to her. If only for tonight, he wanted Juliet to be his, and vice versa, before she ran away in recoil. He could already see her running away and held back the lump in his throat.