<hr/><div align="center"><strong>~*~ Arianna ~*~</strong></div><hr/><br/>Suddenly Miss Sinclair found her hand in the man's, and her nose felt warm and then her cheeks followed. She watched with wide eyes as he lifted it to his lips and pressed them against her skin. She felt a shiver travel up her arm and then down her spine, and her eyes softened slightly. This man was awfully polite, much more than Arianna had ever observed in any man. As her eyes met his, as the softness of the lips pressed her skin, she felt something, that pull was there again. It didn't help that after kissing her hand, he spoke her name. The way it rolled off his tongue, it sounded a bit too pleasant to her ears at the moment. She felt like she could listen to him say it over and over again, like a record skipping and repeating.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes.... She knows now."</strong><br/><br/>When he said that, in that sly and soft tone that teased at her so in a strange way, Arianna wasn't sure what he meant. Was he referring to Olivia? Who... had just walked into the room. He couldn't possibly be talking to her... could he? Arianna felt her ears heating up, and her chest was warm and her stomach. Her stomach was a mess of birds fluttering about. As he stood up, she noticed how much taller he was than her, and she found herself examining some more. In all her altered sense of reality and senses, she found herself slightly fascinated with this man who had appeared from nowhere, wore perfectly tailored clothes that fit him to a tee, and used mannerisms often not seen. Let alone the effect on her body, she could only deduce--was caused by him and his voice.<br/><br/>Cook? He could cook?! Arianna reflexively smiled wide, and couldn't resist a soft giggle. A man who could cook was a wonderful thing to her, since about the only things she could cook, came in boxes. Pasta, cake mixes (barely, she usually needed Charlie's intuition on baking to make sure the batter cooked right), Mac n' cheese, ramen, and brownies... Of course she could cook brownies, but she was usually the only one to eat them, for various reasons. "I... I think that would be lovely... if... you really wanted to." she softly responded to his offer.<br/><br/>Once again though, the blonde startled and jumped as Olivia screamed out. "FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! CAN I CATCH A BREAK? Please???" And with that she watched as the handsome and very mysterious man strode over to the hallway where her friend had screamed. Her eyes found themselves on his rear side, staring directly at his buttocks. "Yep... perfect fit..." she sighed softly with a smile.<br/><br/>Arianna found herself following him, except staying a distance back, only to stop in her tracks before even getting around the floating counter. Arianna shrieked. She shrieked like a little boy who was terrified like spiders, when the little boy is actually twenty-one years old and screams like a girl. She instinctively reached for the nearest instrument in her possession, a trowel in her apron pocket and started waving it around. "BACK OFF. WHO THE FUUUUUUUUCK ARE YOU? AND HOLY SHIT YOU HAVE WINGS AND OH MY GOD YOU HAVE HORNS!" Miss Sinclair, in her state of confused emotions she didn't feel the man brushing against her as he stepped between her and that... thing. Still she grabbed onto his arm and began waving the trowel from behind him, threatening it. "Who gave you permission to come into this house? Aren't you supposed to have permission so you don't burst into flames and die upon crossing the threshold?!?" It was obvious though that Arianna just confused a classic demon for a classic vampire. Her feminine voice had deepened now, greatly, and the blonde glared at the demoness in the kitchen, all from behind the gentleman clad in black. She wasn't exactly shouting or screaming at it, but her voice was rather deep for a woman of her stature, curiously deep.<br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><strong>~*~ Lee ~*~</strong></div><hr/><br/>Lee shrugged and laughed in nervousness as her friend responded to her with sarcasm, almost flinching. Lee also startled after her prediction of screaming came true. Her head whipped to look upstairs and after Charlie had ran up, Lee followed right behind her. Slamming the door behind her as she got to the top and into the hallway, Lee skidded around the corner on the waxed wood, to see Arianna was screaming now. She made her way back to Olivia afterwards to ensure she was okay. "Are you alright? Did she do anything?" Lee asked in a worried tone.