Chance blushed as she kissed him on the cheek. As she buried her head in the pillow, he briefly considered fondling her breasts. That thought was pushed away when he realized it would be insensitive to her wishes. He instead floated upstairs where the two owners of the house were conversing.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~What is it that made her say no? What could she possibly think about that would make it hard to decide? Is it because of her Twilit form? Is she embarrassed to be with me in that form?~</span><br/><br/>These and other questions went through his head as he was approached by the woman and her boyfriend.<br/><br/>"Are you feeling better? That scream of yours made it seem like you were in a lot of pain." The Man with the weird robe and single eye in the center of his head asked.<br/><br/>"I'm fine. Just a little shaken, but I'll get over it." He replied. At this point his stomach growled, and he grimaced. "When was the last time I ate anything?" he wondered aloud. The woman chuckled. "You go get your girlfriend and I'll cook something for the four of us."<br/><br/>Chance nodded and went back downstairs. "Ester, our hosts have graciously offered to cook a meal for us." He noticed she still seemed deep in thought. "Are you going to be alright?" he asked.