Dagger nods and lets out an irrtated sigh. Many weeks pass and so do many lessons, to Aleeraâ€™s surprise, Dagger had mastered them quiet quickly. His blood lust problem seemed to under control for now. He knew when to act civil and when to act uncivil. He then realized that it was a few days before the ball. Of course he wasnâ€™t happy with what he had to where for the ball, but if it made her happy he would do it. He of course was nervous, not because he was afraid to make a fool of himself, but that he would be around other vampires that he didnâ€™t know, and he sure didnâ€™t know how they would react to him. Of course he figured that they wouldnâ€™t react to him very well anyways. Dagger was then pacing across the ceiling of his chambers, like that of a hungry tiger in a cage. He was alone to his thoughts, thinking of how things will be like and how things may go. And also if the other vampires will accept him for who he is or not. Of course while pacing, someone could come in and actually supirse him. He was too busy deep into his thoughts.