Vance arched his eyebrow and looked at her. Grimacing at the thought of being put back in the grave. "You are such a demanding young woman." He teased back at her. He eats the sandpaper omelet. He watched her get up and go to the fridge. She put her legs in his lap and he finished eating. Massaging her feet absentmindedly. He just massaged them as he listened to her. Laughing a bit. "What happened to feeling like I tore you up inside?" He teased. Tilting his head to the side as she frowned. "Now why are you frowning?" He asked with a curious tone. "I can walk out in the daytime. I will go with you." He says seriously.  "I am not like most of my kind. Hence how I stayed out of a coffin for so many centuries. My luck just ran out last time." He muttered that last part. "Does sound good but I'm still going with. I want to see the changes as well as what work you do."