Blane thought on her words as he lay on his back up in the loft.<span style="font-style: italic">And perhaps you just like putting things in your own way because you can't see what is in front of you.</span>She had a point there. She was a very complex woman but seemed completely oblivious to this fact. He thought on her words. What didn't he see that was in front of him? Did she like him? Highly doubtful because she seemed quite adament that she wasn't. However, on second thought...maybe that was because she did. He wondered what he was missing as his eyes closed. Did she want him to say her name? Even knowing how it would come out? Even knowing how it would sound? He would need to contemplate this as he slept. He would figure out an answer as he was a highly intelligent man. He was laying out of the rays of the sun that slightly beemed in from a small window off to the side. She didn't want him to know her favorite flower? Was she afraid he would use it against her? Her face had flushed quite beautifully and she had seem very flustered by his action. Good. Point for him. Maybe he would have to be more aggressive with how he was flirted to get her to actually process that he wasn't just teasing. That he meant what he said. Not to worry...he would continue accepting the challenge of winning her over. She was clearly worth the attempt.<br/><br/>Cydrao hadn't found the witch doctor and had ended up dusting a vampire who was already on fire. Apparently the moron thought he could go out in the sun and not explode into flames. He did a mercy killing of the leech. He headed back towards where the barn was. Slowly as he ordered some food and took it with him. Eating it as he walked. Ignoring the stares some of the villagers gave him. He was used to the stares. He was used to being labeled a freak of a human. He didn't care though he needed to avoid getting hurt until he had more blood shots. Perhaps he should train the slayers she had under her. He had found only one other blood shot at his home on the outskirts of the village. He had it neatly tucked into his pocket. Emergency use only. He walked back into the barn to hear Seveline muttering to herself. He caught Blane's scent which puzzled him. Whatever. He was glad that Seveline was safe even though he hadn't doubted that she would be. Blane was one of the rare vampires who challenged the norm for vampires. He walked to Seveline. "Hello. Why do you look so flushed and flustered?" He asked. Breaking the silence she had let fall in the barn.