Looking down at Juliet, Owen noticed how small and seemingly fragile she was; completely like a porcelain doll. He blushed as their eyes met, due to his cold expression and pale features, not many women had looked at him so intently. He wasn't sure what to do; in truth he wanted to hold her but feared that might be too forward for the young lady. "Miss Hayward; may I be so bold as to request calling you by your given name... and for you do to the same for me?" he asked. Admittedly it a very small step forward, but progress nonetheless.<br/><br/>Dracula chuckled as Margaret glared, even in anger she was beautiful. "Very true, love," he nodded, admitted defeat once again. He had almost forgotten the time he gave up on marriage and a family, most of his past wives were fiends who only craved eternal youth, Margaret was the first one to truly love him.<br/><br/>Smirking as Sarah entered, he hid his face while Romeo tended to her. The one servant he would not mess with was Sarah, he learned that through a series of unfortunate events.