Darius listens to the answer. It was a good answer...should it be true. He had no doubt in his mind that in Jasmin's case it was truthful.  He heard and sensed her approach. Could have prevented her getting too near...yet he didn't. He didn't want to. He lets out a shiver and a small sound of delight at her unexpected hug from behind. Listening to her words. They were almost too good to be true. Yet she had a valid point. As long as he was himself and didn't change that for anyone...then he was still himself. Even if he was a vampire. He reluctantly pries her hands from around his waist. Keeps ahold of one and walks down the bookshelves. Stopping and picking up a book that was very old. From around the time of the start of the Dracula rumors. He then walks with her over to a desk. Setting the book down. He knew this book by hand...after all...he wrote it. He stops on a page. It was a picture of the man called Dracula. "There is your Dracula Miss Jasmin." he sighs. "Turn the page...your answer will lie on the next page." he says softly.