He still couldnâ€™t help but wonder just why he was doing this for herâ€¦ being nice to her was one thing and now he was cooking for her. This was going to take some time to get use to, he told himself with a sigh. Leaning against the doorframe, he watched her eat, shoving his hands into his pockets. He realized he had not changed his clothes yet and would have to get to that soon in case unexpected company showed up. For a minute his mind wandered and he narrowed in eyes in thought while he watched her closely, taking in her features. In the dark room in the basement he had not been able to see much, but in the light he admitted she was not an eyesore. And he also admitted that if she were to suddenly disappear she was important enough that she would be missed, he would miss her, and the thought brought that sickening feeling again.<br/><br/>It was a bit of a relief to him when she said she liked the food, however, and that did ease his mood somewhat. Deziel smiled at her a bit, â€œIâ€™ll leave you to rest while you finish your food. You still need to regain your strength and let that ankle heal.â€ He also had to finish what he had been doing in the study and figured he would see what he could do for work. His boss was not going to like that he had been absent today but it couldnâ€™t be helped so he figured he would give him a call. Excuses were something he could pull out of his ass rather easily and it didnâ€™t take much to convince his boss as long as it was not too creative. Humans were exceptionally gullible sometimes, which was why Deziel found it easy to live amongst them.<br/><br/>Before he left the room again, he looked at her and flashed smile, which faded as soon as he shut the door. He then went to finish cleaning the study and change his clothes. His wardrobe consisted of mainly suits with little to no casual clothes. It was just his style to dress up more than he needed to; however he felt he had good taste in suits. Deziel picked out a simple grey suit before he headed into the bathroom to clean the blood off of him. Being a bit of a clean freak, he decided it would be best to get all the blood off by taking a shower. Once he finished he changed his clothes and threw away the bloody suit he had been wearing.<br/><br/>Taking notice that his wrist was basically fully healed by this point, he smiled to himself before returning to the room.<br/><br/>She was asleep, or at least pretending to be, when he entered again. She had finished all her food and vodka as well. Deziel stared at her for a moment, just admiring how peaceful she looked in her sleep despite what he had put her through the other night. He walked over to the bed slowly; when he sat down he pushed some of her hair out of her face and smiled calmly. Out of all the people in the world that could show him love, he wondered, why her? It was still very strange to him and he would probably never understand since he was not capable to feeling it the same way a human would. With a soft exhale, he push that thought aside,<br/><br/>Nevertheless, maybe he did like this feeling. He did not go under the covers with her, but instead he decided to lie on top of the bed and put an arm around her. Closing his eyes for a moment, though he was not tired, he took in her scent. She still smelled like blood. Perhaps he could prepare a bath for her, he thought to himself. As much as he felt compelled to do so he almost did not want to leave this spot; it was strangely comfortable.