Darius had listened to her search and gather books. He may be blind yet the way his fingers danced across the keys of his piano organ you would never have known. He played with far more skill and grace than any composer even Motzart had ever done before. He had just finished the song. And nearly jumped off his bench when she asked that. He groans mentally. "My father is in Transylvania." he says softly. "I live alone mostly because I am an outcast. An eccentric person to my people." he says honestly. Sighing. "I live alone because then...perhaps maybe I will find a woman who will love me for me. And want to be with me...no matter what." he says softly. "I don't mean like give up her life no matter what. Just the no matter what I'm not going to let anything stand in my way of our love type." he sighs. "My father says I am a stupid and hopeless romantic." he shrugs. Gets up and walks over to a wall of books. "What would you do if someone you knew...was a vampire Jasmin?" he asks. "Just theoritacly speaking."