The boy did answer his question, but it was very vague. Erwin's curiosity was picked, but he refrained from asking more. If the other had been vague, it was because he did not wish to answer. And the vampire wasn't really eager to spoil the moment by asking too many questions. So he remained silent, wondering in his mind what the boy might be referring to. There were so many creatures that could fit the description, and Erwin was sure there were even some he never knew about. For the moment, he put these thoughts aside. He could figure it out, or try to, later, anyway.<br/><br/>The words that were spoken next, though, made something stir inside Erwin's chest, and he wasn't sure he liked it. Hope. How many times had he hoped that these words would be true, and how many times had life crushed his hopes? Every time, he though it was crushed beyond repair, and every time it returned, just to be crushed again.<br/><br/>"Are you joking with me?" he whispered, hurt evident in his voice. Because there was no way a human had this kind of power, right? And even if Seishin did, why would he offer to help him? He was nothing but a vampire, and definitely nothing to this human, so... Why? And yet, when he looked at the boy, he seemed something more than human. And his heart filled with hope again, and no matter how much he tried, the serious expression of the other made it impossible for him to crush the hope down, to understand it was impossible. Because it didn't feel impossible then.<br/><br/>In one hand, to accept the offer, no matter how it was intended, it would be a great betrayal to the clan, but in truth... He doubted they would care. He wasn't of blood, and as such, he wasn't bond by the same obligations of other, by the same loyalty they all shared. And yet... He wondered how his... friends would react. If they would feel betrayed. He wondered if he even deserved that chance. Probably not.<br/><br/>And yet, he felt himself raise his arm, felt the pressure of his fingers against the palm of the boy in front of him, sure it would be warm, if he could actually feel warmth. Maybe he would, now. His life wasn't really his anymore. He barely think he could call that a life. And maybe accepting the offer would mean eternal servitude. But he found that he didn't care. Because he already felt like a soulless corpse. If he could at least feel the wind, the sun, the heat of another skin... Then maybe it would not matter if he had to serve another. Wasn't him serving his Queen already?<br/><br/>Deep down, he knew there was much more he should think of before even considering the offer. But it was too tempting, too good to be true, and yet, he found his fingers closing firmly around the other's hand, a desperate gesture of a trust he had not deposited in anyone else in a long time. In his mind, he knew it was probably a lie, a joke. In his heart, he wished it to be true.<br/><br/>He said nothing. But he knew the other would understand he had accepted the offer, fingers tight around hand, as if this was his last chance not to drown.<br/><br/>And maybe it was.