When she clung to him it caused an involuntary hiss to issue from his lips and fortunately she did not see his fangs as they descended. Of course he was very aware of very feminine curves as they pressed against him. Her firm breast flattening against his broad chest and the distinct smell of womanly musk did little to help his aroused state that she like as not noticed pressed against him as she was. In response to her apology though Perceval's soft answer was "it is quite alright I rather enjoyed it."<br/><br/>He then cleared his throat and rubbed her back in a comforting manner as she became more and more agitated. "I can certainly arrange a warm bath for you, but your nerves are so on edge I suspect that previously offered drink might be more in order first." After he finished speaking he excused himself but a moment to have his servants draw her bath. Of course that left her alone with her thoughts and the storm in a house that despite its opulence was decidedly creepy.<br/><br/>A moment later her host returned and offered in his normal whispering tone "your bath will soon be ready. Do you require your garments to be washed?" He was a very well spoken man and by this point she could catch his eyes roaming over her figure. Of course as he struggled more it was in turn conveyed to her increasing the natural tension he caused in his prey and Noelle was slowly turning into his prey.