Echo snapped his fingers, looking up at Seria with an expression of sudden wide-eyed understanding. 'So<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>is what I have been doing wrong,' he spoke dramatically; a timbre that emphasized his foreign accent so profoundly, his dialect was all but obscured by it. 'Of<span style="font-style: italic">course</span>, I had not realized such an approach would alarm my potential associates so!' Sarcasm dripped from every syllable. But he was smiling, and he shook his head in amusement. '<span style="font-style: italic">Tõepoolest</span>, you are not. I am<span style="font-style: italic">erakordselt</span>fortunate to have found you.'<br/><br/>He cocked his head to the side, his forest green eyes a little heavy-lidded at her teasing tone. If possible, his smile widened, and his canines burrowed into his lip like daggers. 'No. Attraction is not something to be ashamed of, and I have never understood why it is that so many struggle to subdue such desires. I happen to enjoy admiring beautiful things.' He paused for a moment, his green gaze sweeping over Seria's delicate frame considerately, before darting up to meet her own blue eyes. 'And you are quite lovely,<span style="font-style: italic">väike nõid</span>,' he informed her matter-of-factually.<br/><br/>He took up the cushion beside her then, settled snugly in the corner of the sofa between the arm and the back. The small smile teasing his mouth could only have been considered bashful. 'Of course, how silly of me,' he said, crossing his ankle over his opposite knee. 'Imagine if you lost it. What disasters would become of such a foolish mistake.'<br/><br/>It look him a moment to comprehend what she'd said, his attentions having been entrapped by the elegant curve of Seria's exposed throat. His thirst flared, and a yearning growl rippled from his gullet as he regarded the gentle pulse of her surface jugular hungrily. 'Nr,' he murmured distantly, his tongue peaking out to slide over his lips. '<span style="font-style: italic">Aga me ei saa jätta enne koitu</span>.' He hadn't realized he'd begun to lean in until his hand had moved to reach for her, and he gathered his composure abruptly. Echo stood up again, moving to the recliner he'd first sat in and retook his seat. 'Into the city,' he said, quite as if nothing had happened. 'It is far easier to hide among so many mortals. Their potent scents will conceal us more efficiently.'