Erwin half smiled as the boy asked him to try to refrain from changing people too much. Unfortunately, this wasn't his decision, and certainly there was nothing he could say to change the Lady's mind. But, to tell the truth, She probably had thought about it already. So the vampire nodded.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Don't worry. There won't be too many."</span>it was probably going to be Akane, and certainly only when he had to hunt. They had made it pretty clear the boy was his responsibility.<br/><br/>It's a little disappointing when the boy cuts their conversation, but there isn't much Erwin can't do. He isn't even supposed to be talking with the human like this, painfully aware that his care for the race he once belonged had been what put his clan in danger in the first place. Sure, this human was familiar with the secrets that lured in the shadow, but he was still human, still had no loyalty to the vampires, still could destroy them. Erwin forced himself to smile and nod, waving a hand as the boy walked away. The vampire licked his lips, closing his eyes for a second and taking in the sounds around him. The quiet breeze, the footsteps of the humans that lived in the complex, and, finally, the talk between the boy he was supposed to watch and two other familiar voices that Erwin supposed were his servants. Great, he was near enough to be heard clearly, and, satisfied, the vampire made its way to the library.<br/><br/>The room was comfortable, giving him a peace of mind he couldn't feel anywhere else. Books didn't judge, didn't change and, all things considered, were fairly uncomplicated. It was a wonderful change of pace, and he allowed himself to sit in one of the couches, a pile of books he had chosen about religion resting on his feet. He wasn't a religious man - there was no religion who would give him peace of mind, considering what he was, and so, he preferred to just ignore them - but he was a curious one, and since he would spend much of his next days inside a religious house with religious people, he might as well try to learn something about it. And it wasn't like he could do much more, after all, until night had fallen. Then, he could vent his frustrations, forget about everything else as he gave in to the instinct of hunting. It was always a nice hour.<br/><br/>For now, though, he read, ears picking up each sound the boy made. And if he felt like he was losing concentration, too focused on one passage or another from a book, he would close it for a moment, rest his head on the couch, and just listen for a few minutes before reopening the book and starting it all over again.<br/><br/>Alright, so it wasn't going to be that terrible, anyway.<br/><br/><dl class="codebox"><dt>OOC | <a href="javascript: void(0);" onclick="var spoiler = this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('dd')[0]; if ( spoiler.style.display == 'none' ) { spoiler.style.display = 'block'; this.innerHTML = '-'; } else { spoiler.style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '+'; };">+</a></dt><dd style="display: none;">I love your new profile pic! :)</dd></dl>