Mute listened to her with a smile. â€œIndeed. We will have plenty of time to get to know one another though. Even if I canâ€™t tell you much about myself personally. Any of the staff is more than able to tell you the things I donâ€™t remember.â€ He said with a smile. He tilted his head as she spoke. â€œI suppose it is because gypsy clans tend to stick to themselves. They donâ€™t tend to interact with other gypsy clans.â€ He said with a shrug. â€œAre you okay?â€ He asked in concern when he heard her slightly choke on her food. He continued eating his food. His stomach really was craving something else though. He wasnâ€™t sure why but he wanted blood. He craved it and the craving was getting stronger. He bit his lower lip as his fangs began to descend from where they were hidden. He sighed when she spoke. â€œI donâ€™t really remember. I have a strong craving for blood. Steven said something about being a vampire. I honestly canâ€™t remember why Iâ€™m not human though. Just that Iâ€™m not human. Sorry I am not being of much help.â€<br/><br/>He listened to her. Images flashing before his mind. Of a young woman in his arms. Of it happening numerous times. He shook his head to clear the thoughts. â€œI know you have had previous lives. I just know it. I canâ€™t remember why. I canâ€™t remember how I know this. I just know that you have. That your dreams are true. I wish I could remember more. How old are you now Tati?â€ He asked with a smile. He chuckled when she burped. â€œIt is quite alright. It is merely a sign you really enjoyed the meal. Something Iâ€™m sure the chef is quite thrilled about.â€ He finished eating and sipped at his drink. It wasnâ€™t what his stomach wanted. It would suffice but it wasnâ€™t what he really needed. It would only fill him for so long. He tilted his head at her next comment. â€œAs you wish.â€ He said with a warm smile. Happy that she wanted to go on the tour with him. He really wasnâ€™t needing her to guide him by the arm but it would be nice to be in close proximities with her.<br/><br/>He brushed a long strand of red hair behind his head. Looking in her direction as he stood up. Feeling for the chair and pushed it in. He really wished he had some way to see. Even if it wasnâ€™t easy to really see or it was without color or true detail. He didnâ€™t remember his gift of mindsight. If he did things would be so much simpler. If he did he could see her face. See her smile. He got closer and lightly touched her cheeks with his hands. Tracing her face to â€œseeâ€ her features. Smiling as he stroked his thumb over her lips. â€œYou have such a beautiful face. Such full lips that Iâ€™m certain hold a beautiful smile.â€ He continued tracing her face tenderly. Lowering his hands afterwards. â€œShall we head on our tour?â€ He asked. Changing subjects yet again. He was happy she felt so comfortable with him.