Darius blinks. "I have always covered my eyes. It is but a habit now." he says honestly. "Yes. I am blind. I was born without the gift of sight. Much to my fathers disgust." he says. Muttering that last sentence in Transylvanian tongue. He turns his head to the side. "No. It is fine. I did not find it rude. You were merely asking a question. He moves his hand.<br/><br/>"Jespio...shut the front door please." he calls out though no one can be seen anywhere around. As they walked away a pure moving shadow walked and shut the doors. He stops and tilts his head to the side. He turns and looks at her. "Are they not real?" he asks in an amused and cryptic sort of way. "Yes...Bram Stroker...my dad often talked about a writer by that name." he shrugs. "Don't remember why it rings a bell though." he says softly. He kept walking with her to the library. "I love you name Miss Jasmin." he says honestly.<br/><br/>"Yes. I do. If you would like to take up a room here so you can be closer to the books and what not for easier access that is fine with me. Free of charge of course." he says. "I'd get my payment in having the company of another to share. One who hopefully won't judge me by appearance and other silly things." he says softly. "Miss Jasmin...if I told you vampires were indeed real...you most likely would think me crazy." he says softly. "I'll let you research and find that answer for yourself."