The gaping jaws curled into a mock smile as a long thin fingertip rested over her lips to silence her, his smooth features aside from those jaws leaning close. the finger slid away and his cold lips rested to her's, his long hand stroking through her hair quietly. The creature pet her cheek as the kiss parted.<br/><br/>"I am...still full....worry not.." He had been conserving his energy to keep his Sarah from needing to travel where he could not so easily protect her. There was an invisible boundary, a lining between old and new Rosswood that the creature could not pass through. A spiritual ruling. A law he was physically made to follow. This was the reason he was gone from her life the first years of foster care, which had taken her far from his boundaries. Far from his decidedly long reach.<br/><br/>He tilted his head some. "no clothes....only...mask..." He held her tight as the darkness of lack his tendrils enveloped her senses, only the giggles and faint screams of children meeting her ears which was a common sound when she stood within his cloak. When The inky black material parted once more she stood on old floorboards, her bare feet nestled into a thick expensive rug that felt so soft and warm beneath her. A naturally warm air surrounded her still bare from the shower flesh as he appeared from his own inky black portal. In the long, obviously lofted space was a rather large bed, wrapped in hand sewn silks, a tall wardrobe standing beside it, open in display of beautiful works of men's and women's fashion of the mid 1600's, a vast obsession with silks and luxurious comforts in one's clothes. Above the mantle of the wardrobe read "Property Of Slender Suits and Victor Surge, proprietor" He stood looming over her, a smile spreading on those massive jaws.<br/><br/>"my....." his head tilted "Our..home.." rasped his voice into her ear.