Arthur listened to her when she spoke. He liked how her eyes turned differet colors based on what seemed like what she was feeling. He smiled at her. â€œYou donâ€™t have to be weak to admit when you are not strong. Even I can admit when I am not strong. It is all part of learning to become stronger. Learning to become more confident. I can understand where you are coming from though.â€ He said honestly. He smiled as she spoke. Bursting into laughter. â€œYes I did. Best insult I could come up with. It means asshole but sounds so much more unique and aweafying. Much harder to come back with something if you have to think if you were just insulted. Also more insulting if its done in another language donâ€™t you think?â€ He said with a goofy grin. Just looking into the beautiful womans eyes for a minute.<br/><br/>â€œI believe that there are other things in this world besides human. You just need to know how to look for them. I believe there are angels and demons. There could even be dragons and other races. They probably just blend in with the humans to live normal lives. To not be prosecuted because they arenâ€™t normal. I know there are vampires because that guy had fangs. I also know because when mother fell ill her fiance turned her so she wouldnâ€™t die. Iâ€™m not naive to the fact there is other things in our world besides humans. That not everything is as it seems.â€ He smiled at her. â€œIn any case you shouldnâ€™t stress too much about something you canâ€™t change. You have to admit it felt good to get the jump on a guy who was treating you like he was.â€ He said with a laugh.<br/><br/>He smiled when she said he could walk her home. Taking ahold of her hand and began to walk with her in a direction. Then stopped and rubbed the back of his head. â€I just realized I donâ€™t know so...where am I going?â€ he said with a laugh. He laughed again about the agent. â€œI donâ€™t care. Serves her right for dragging me out of the house against my will. Making me do book signings which make my wrist fall off.â€ he said with a chuckle. He turned to look at her. â€œBeing a famous author isnâ€™t all its cracked up to be. Especially when you arenâ€™t a very social person. Creativity is something I am used to doing. Interacting with others is a foreign ball park.â€ He explained. â€œI am going to enjoy having dinner with you. Contrary to belief it is hard to find a date when you are socially awkward. Beautiful women donâ€™t usually have interest in me just the fame. Just in getting caught in a photograph with a famous author to brag about it later. I can tell you are different though.â€