“I can bake as well, and anyway your father could help me improve would be welcome.”<br/><br/>He looked at her hand on his arm and wasn't sure how to react, touch wasn't something he was really used to unless it was the violent kind. He was an assassin, a warrior and has taken down some of the hardest targets in the world. Fearlessly he has raided vampire nests and taken out ancient demons and yet he was afraid of regular life.<br/><br/>He didn't know how to do this in the least. He could live on his own just fine, out in a remote cabin in a middle of a massive plot of land he could just be isolated for the rest of his days until old age took him. That could have been him, but there was this notion that normal wasn't simply locking yourself away from the world, it was being part of it. It was having a coffee shop where people knew your face and order. It was having neighbors and a white picket fence. He wanted normal. He could pick what ever job he wanted since money wasn't an issue.<br/><br/>“Thank you. Very much. You help is very appreciated.”<br/><br/>As for the vampires, again he wouldn't tell her there are worse things in the world than then. Like...well him...or a myriad of other things that very much go bump in the night. He honestly hopes he'll never have too. But one never knows...<br/><br/>He didn't want to fully show her the monster he was inside.