'That would be most appreciated', Echo murmured, although his expression was somewhat puzzled. He was beginning to wonder is Seria was some king of psychic.<br/><br/>Her teasing was somewhat of a torment. He could not deny that he was genuinely hopeful. After all - Vampirism aside - he was just a man. Though he wasn't naive enough to believe for a second that the chances of Seria willingly inviting him into her bed after all that had conspired that night, knowing full well what he was, and what he was capable of, were anything more than infinitesimal. But for the moment she was humoring the notion, at least, of potentially satisfying one of his more virile hankerings, and he was well prepared to push his luck. 'No,<span style="font-style: italic">väike nõid</span>, they are not,' he agreed, offering her his most enticing smoulder. She simpered back, before standing with such grandeur he could have drooled.<br/><br/>He could do nothing to suppress his expression of utter despair when she moved past him and disappeared down the hall. The sound of a door clicking shut made it indisputably apparent that he was not invited to join her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'Käesolevat on väga ebaõiglane</span>,' he muttered under his breath, pouting miserably. Resigning to the fact that he would be left to his own devices for the remainder of the night, Echo snatched the T.V Guide back off the coffee table and unhinged the leg rest of the recliner, atop which he sprawled himself quite comfortably and began flipping through the pages of the booklet. He'd just concluded that<span style="font-style: italic">Everybody Loves Raymond</span>was the only television show listed worth subjecting himself to when he heard a door opening again, followed by the padding of delicate little feet. A moment later Seria was staring down at him, grinning kittenishly and smelling profoundly of spearmint.<br/><br/>'<span style="font-style: italic">Well, are you coming</span>?' And with those four little words Echo forgot all about<span style="font-style: italic">Everybody Loves Raymond</span>.<br/><br/>She disappeared again, leaving Echo to gape obtusely in her wake, jaw hanging wide. A split second later he snapped his face shut, teeth chattering on impact and his fangs rattling in their sockets. He refolded the recliner and tossed the booklet back on the table, after which he pushed his burly frame to his feet and followed her down the hall.<br/><br/>He paused at the door, peering into the dark room tentatively. Saria had already crawled onto mattress, where she was now laying with the covers drawn over her, and peeping out at him over the hem with her lovely blue eyes. Echo quirked a questioning eyebrow, an amused smile playing over his lips as he tilted his head to the side, moving towards the bed. He settled at the edge, his feet touching the floor and his torso twisted to towards her. '<span style="font-style: italic">Mu ilus väike velho</span>, what are you doing?' he asked smoothly, reaching to coax the blankets away from her face.