He did not comment on how tipsy she was getting. Instead he sat down beside her and reached out and rubbed her thigh as he got a far away look in his crystal blue eyes. "Mmm well mayhap here is where the mythology of your father's research and science collide. Nothing falls into perfection without a guiding hand including science after all and I suppose that covers the universe in general."<br/><br/>At this point his hunger was still there, but the conversation was as therapeutic as those he had, had with her father. Though this was more pleasant with actual human interaction as opposed to the written word. Of course that interaction had its own temptations even if she had not yet accumulated the years to develop the wisdom and knowledge of her late father. He turned and looked at her virtually nose to nose "suppose a curse has been passed on since the start of human kind? Suppose the first murder passed along his dark blood and curse?"