A very romanticized image came to mind of him playing a church organ in a ruined church, under the moonlight. She could imagine that he would practically glow under the light. She wondered what pieces he could play. "You should play for me some day. I would love to hear it," she said. She could sit beside him on the bench, head resting on his shoulder as he played. She would still have to keep up her guard however. She wouldn't be able to relax completely with him, not ever, not while he still called himself a hunter and carried stakes and silver knives in his jacket.<br/><br/>He was still talking, though more to himself than to her. Vidalia wondered what kind of promise he had made. She knew he wouldn't tell her if she asked what it was as her next question. It was obviously a touchy subject, but she could hazard a guess that it had to do something with being a priest instead of a hunter.<br/><br/>Her hobbies... "I could never get the hang of instruments, but after taking some lessons while I lived in Turkey I learned how to belly dance. I found that I actually enjoyed dancing. I learned all kinds after that, but rarely do I ever find a partner to actually do any now-a-days." Not with 'clubing' being the popular trend. And even in the galas and soirees that were held for charities and fundraisers there was still a lack of ballroom dances with long gowns that flared with each turn and men in perfect suits. But that's how the times change and she had to change with them too. "I have nothing against dancing in clubs or bars, but its just not the same anymore..." She could her a waltz begin to play in her head and she had to force herself to stay quiet instead of humming the tune.<br/><br/>She figured she should ask something more mundane. "What's your favourite film?" She could talk for eons about films and movies and plays.