Jolan looked at her. Perhaps. Perhaps some day if this game she plays goes some other way besides ending in her death. â€œPerhaps some day cheri. I suppose perhaps if the game you play with me leads us that way then perhaps. Otherwise there might not be a someday in which to play the organ.â€ He leaned back but was still on guard. â€œI know all sorts of pieces. Mostly church ones but I know some others. Pieces Iâ€™ve learned or made up as I went.â€ He would always carry stakes, silver knives, or other weapons in his jacket just perhaps one day it would not be for the same reason as he did now. It was a possibility, however slight, that one day he would not be a hunter. That he would not have further bloods and souls staining his hands and soul. He wasnâ€™t sure but he enjoyed playing the organ. He looked at her as she continued speaking.<br/><br/>He smirked a bit. â€œThere is still several old fashioned dancing places. There are still waltzing places and places different from what dancing is considered nowadays. I will admit a time or two I have gone to such a place. A time or two was under cover but I have gone once or twice to just enjoy the dance. Not much as free time is not a common occurance. Perhaps if things turn out differently than in your death we could go dancing.â€ He said with a smirk. â€œHowever, we both know it is a very unlikely scenario.â€ He nodded his head. â€œThe break dancing and dirty dancing used in clubs and what not is much different from the ballroom dances that used to take place.â€ He agreed softly.<br/><br/>He looked at the scene outside and then when she asked another question he decided he had been more than complacent enough. He was done answering questions and causing himself to think about things heâ€™d rather not. He stood up and looked at her. â€œI think the games are over for tonight cheri.â€ He said. He straightedned out his trenchcoat and began to head towards the door. â€œI am done answering questions. I believe I have been more than fair and workable these past few hours.â€ He said. That resistance sliding its ugly face back in. â€œYou should sleep for the morrow brings the dangerous game you play with me once more. Good night Vidalia.â€ He then left the building and went home. Going to sleep and woke the next evening. He headed back towards her place wearing black pants, a red tank top and of course his trenchcoat. Tonight he needed to end her. Yet that reluctance threatened to rear its ugly head. Maybe it would end tonight. Maybe the game would continue. A stupid part of him wanted it to continue. Yet he wasnâ€™t sure continuing this game with the sexy vampiress for a long period of time would be a wise idea. No. It was best to end this soon.