<span style="color: #FF0000">    He listened to this vampire huntress babble on and on, although he couldnt remember what she was saying. However, her voice was something that could not be ignored. For some reason it did not fit with her fearless deadly look. It was so deep, warm, and flowing, almost like the voice of a very skilled poet. Beautiful and deep. He had to admit to himself that he liked to hear her speak, even if he wasn't paying attention at all to what she was saying. The only thing he could remember her saying was something about being spread like confetti. <br/> <span style="font-style: italic">Can you even spread confetti?</span> He thought to himself, his hand flying momentarily to his chin, him looking at the star-streaked night sky in thought.<br/>              Then he noticed her reaching for the door, her other her still on the top of her sword, as a determined child would cling to their safety blanket. <br/>            "Um, the church is closed," he told her, still speaking in his friendly way. It was extremely amusing to him the fact that he could still always be one step ahead of her. <br/>             Sighing, he said, "Now, how about telling me your name at least?"<br/> </span>