Senfeng rather adored her accent, and the way she spoke.  There were many things he found alluring about Selena.  Her body was a joy to behold, poetry in motion, with curves, and long muscles legs, and that wonderful color to her skin.  Were he a different sort of Vampire, the sort that believed such beauty and perfection should be preserved for all time, he would have brought her across the night he met her.  If any example of beauty deserved to last the ages, it was Selena…but there were other ways to accomplish such things, and she was still, very young yet.  Zhang almost reached out to touch her hair, as he felt her eyes roam over his form.  He smiled bemusedly; quietly amused by the way they admired each other.  He settled for covering her hand with both of his, his fingertips caressing her wrist.<br/><br/>“You are too kind, Selena.”  He smiled, savoring her name as he spoke it.  He allowed her to enjoy the room, and then gently guided her to her seat, seating her before he stepped around the table, and sat across from her.  “The water will boil soon…we were given two choices of tea.”  Senfeng slid his hand across the table, his eyes caressing her bare shoulders, and eyebrow rising at the sight of the fading scar.  “Our meeting comes on a special day…it is Moon Festival time…so you are in for a treat.”  He nodded at the box of cakes, smiling.  “You will have to enjoy at least one for both of us.”<br/><br/>He made a gesture to the service, the small cups were purposely so, as the tea was meant to be enjoyed more than once during the ceremony.  Senfeng had explained this to her on their first date, that she would call it such, amused him.  In China , it was about the tea, while in Japan , it was about the ceremony.  Senfeng, unsurprisingly, preferred the Chinese tea ceremony and teas…it was an opportunity for quiet and personal time with someone, especially in a setting like this.  In fact, in his time, such a meeting unattended Selena’s Father or Uncle or Brother, would be scandalous.  “The white hare is associated with the Moon, in Chinese mythology…I have even worn one in my hair.”  As with every movement, Zhang seemed both elegant and utterly graceful, as if every motion had been practices and perfected.  He slid his other hand across the table, so that it rested beside his first, and then turned both hands over, waiting for hers.<br/><br/>“But before I tell you a story that is even older than I am…tell me about you trip.”  He grinned winningly, his eyes finding hers.  Senfeng inhaled, a needless affectation, but the only way to sample one of his increasingly favorite things; her scent.