Marissa was enjoying being in Rico arms. Enjoying the feel the of his fingers running idling up and down her arm. Her own fingers were slowly tracing an invisible pattern on his chest.   She felt safe there in his arms, her body close his. Even with what happen yesterday. With that in mind she knew that it wouldn’t be like this all the time. Not with his temper and his need to control very thing. Then there was her stubbornness. They’re relationship was bound to be a rocky one. Then again if it was all hearts and flowers it would be boring. More than likely for the both of them.<br/><br/><br/>Marissa attention was brought back to Rico when he said that when it came to powers that everyone was different and that there were those that had to learn to use them. She found that interesting for some reason she had it her mind that vampires already knew how to use their powers. Once they became a vampire. Silly of her just assume that. It didn’t surprise her that compulsion was the biggest power. Figuring thats how a lot of vampires got want they wanted. So she thought. What did surprise her that it didn’t work on everyone. Just that weak minded. Compulsion seemed to be such a powerful force that she believe that it work on everyone. Show what she knew.<br/><br/><br/>“ Not even if I said pretty please?” She batted her vivid green eyes at him. No she didn’t expect or want him to tell her about all his powers that he may have. In fact she rather fined them out over time. She just wanted to joke with him to lighten the mood.  To be a little playful with him. Maybe even hear him laugh or chuckle.<br/><br/><br/>Marissa listened to Rico intently as he talked about the vampire that sire him. How he came to the Rico’s house because of all the blood that had be spilled by the pirates.  When they killed his parents. How Randolph  had given Rico the choice of living or dying. Not really a choice. Not in her eyes because she doubted that many would death over living. She wrap her other arm around his back as he drew her closer to him and planted a small kiss on his chest.<br/><br/>“Randolph didn’t really give you a choice not really. I mean who would choose death over living.” Voicing her thoughts on what had happen to him so long ago. She gave him a light squeeze to hug him and planted another kiss on his chest. To give him some kind of comfort, knowing that the rest of his story would be harder for him to tell.<br/><br/><br/>“ What challenges?” She asked quietly almost afraid to ask. Knowing that it would most likely bring painful memory and it would hard for her to hear them. But she had meant it when she wanted to get know him and his past. No matter how unpleasant it was for them both. Truly believing the more she knew of him that more it would help her to understand him.