He watched as she hugged herself, shivering in the night air. He'd thought the evening to seem rather pleasant, though he always had a tough time judging temperature. Even the frigid temperatures only felt chilly to him since he had no pulse.<br/><br/>He found that it bugged him to see her so uncomfortable. His first instinct was to tell her to go inside. Even as he had the thought, however, he found that he very much did not want to be parted from her yet. He could not enter her home without invitation, and did not want to face the awkward moment just yet. Finally, he decided there was no option but to ask her to go inside and warm herself.<br/><br/>"Aria..." he purred her name, speaking it for the first time, "You are cold and exhausted. Please, do not weary yourself for my sake. Though I will be pained to be deprived of your company, I will be comforted with the knowledge that you are warm and comfortable. If you are willing, I would ask that you allow me to escort you to school on the morrow."<br/><br/>He forced himself not to step closer, keeping his hands casually in his pocket to avoid reaching out to touch her. Just as he finished speaking, he became aware of a distant, vague sensation of which he'd been unaware. It was similar to a faint buzzing sound almost too quiet to hear. The sensation persisted, growing ever so slowly stronger. It could mean only one thing.<br/><br/>The Lady beckoned. She would call to him soon, and he would have no choice but to respond. Sudden fear for the safety of the girl before him caused his spine to stiffen. If she were near, it would mean only one thing. Her lust for death and blood would need to be sated.