When she helped him walk, he didnâ€™t show any signs of objecting to her help. He did feel that he was alright to walk but he was a little lightheaded from blood loss and it was better to be safe than sorry. Especially because he knew he needed some food and drink to help him regain his strength. And of course there was the fact that he was being held close to a woman, who he admitted was not half bad in terms of looks, herself. His weakness was usually darker haired girls but nevertheless she held some beauty. In the past he only had one true loveâ€¦ and he watched her get slaughtered by his â€˜familyâ€™ once they discovered she was human. The old ways would indeed never die, Nikolai was surprised that his grandfather hadnâ€™t killed him as well.<br/><br/>Still, man and woman were often bound by fate in some way or another and were supposed to pay attention to one another. And when nature calls, answer it, right?<br/><br/>The only time he wasnâ€™t checking her out so to speak, was when they finally entered the house. She immediately began to prepare food, and the smell distracted him. It wasnâ€™t human blood, which would really help him recover, but this would have to do. He took a bite of the first steak, which had been made rare so it was still a little raw inside; he usually ate his steak purely raw anyway so this hit the spot quite nicely. Once he finished, he moved onto the next one. This one was cooked a little differently â€“medium rare- how cute that she went through all the trouble trying to figure out what he liked. After that he moved on to a third that was less appealing. Once that one was finished, he pushed the plate away and drank down some of the water. He was still a little hungry, but he could wait until later to eat again. Being weaker in his human body, he didnâ€™t want to make himself sick from eating too much.<br/><br/>â€œOh great a storm, thatâ€™s just what I need,â€ Nikolai muttered to himself with a sigh after listening to her speak. The air outside had hinted there would be a storm. Honestly he trusted nature a hell of a lot more than he trusted some humanâ€™s estimated guess. He had a feeling this storm was going to hit sooner than expected, and hit fairly hard. From the scent of the air outside, the way the animals were behaving after they settled from being frightened by his intrusion, and the atmosphere indoors, he had a feeling it was going to be a thunderstorm as well as some strong winds. Definitely not conditions for flying lest he be tossed around a bit or get struck by lightning. Being struck by lightning was not fun and he has learned his lesson. â€œLooks like Iâ€™ve no choice but to accept your invitation to keep you company again.â€<br/><br/>Standing from his chair, he took his dirty dishes and placed them in the sink. â€œThough before we become lost in conversation, mind showing me where the bathroom is so I can get that bath over with?â€ He asked, smiling somewhat awkwardly. Or a shower, assuming she did not have a bathtub. Back in his small apartment in the city, he didnâ€™t have a bathtub, just an area to take a shower. He didnâ€™t have a preference so either worked just fine and got the job done either way.