As her friend departed in his begrudging way, Kanalie offered up a fluttery little wave goodbye. She masked her disappointment from him with a sympathetic smile, keeping a close eye on him for a while until he met up with his vampire. She had honestly been hoping to meet the new player in Alexander's life together, as they had done so with Declan. A team effort. Still, she knew there would be other times and opportunities in the future and for now, she should simply give Mr. Sputnik her full attention. 

Except, to she was starting to wish she didn't have to as his words left her more and more flustered. He was quite simply behaving [i]incorrectly[/i]. Every time he called her miss or ma'am (did he call her [i]lady[/i]?), she felt like crawling into herself and hiding away. She even found herself throwing nervous glances about her, making sure no one could overhear these backwards signs of respect and perhaps punish them for it. Catching no disapproving glares, she tried to stop worrying her lip over it while taking a few quick steps in closer to the man. She ordered herself to relax, telling herself that some vampires behaved differently than the ones she lived with. Telling herself Declan was probably reveling in the socially incorrectness of his behavior. Telling herself this beast wanted to watch her feathers ruffle, to see her flounder.

Honestly, she had too options available to her. It was either scold him for his words and remind him of his misactions, or wait for him to grow bored of his game. Honestly, yelling at her vampire seemed a much greater evil, one she had already committed twenty minutes into meeting him. 

Ugh. What a failure.

Movement drew in her attention. She gazed level at the arm he now extended out to her, registering what it meant instantly. Finding the action to leave her chest surprisingly warm. It broke through the anxiety and nerves that he had built up. It was an endearingly gentlemanly gesture and, despite herself, she smiled with a gentle laugh. She tangled her arm around his and moved up against his side, ready to pretend to be the pretty little thing on his arm.

He just wanted to play with her, and that was fine. She could handle that, she realized. It was nothing compared to the cruelty she had been attempting to steel herself against, entering a den of snakes such as this. She was worried about being [i]teased[/i], when she could have been worrying about her own throat. Well. Worrying [i]more[/i] about her own throat. If he wanted to play, she could adjust to his game.

"[color=darkmagenta]Y-yes.[/color]" She hadn't meant to stutter and was vaguely annoyed by the unsteady state she was still in, despite her new pep talk. She gripped her fists, steadying herself with pure determination. "[color=darkmagenta]To speed things along, I think I'll start with the questions now, if that's alright? It'll give you the chance to think about them![/color]" She didn't wait for confirmation this time, already quite nervous. Knowing more about the man who owned her veins now would at least make her feel a little more relaxed.

She carefully unfolded her paper one-handed, but frowned lightly as they began to walk out of the more powerful light that had filled the courtyard, entering a less illuminated pathway. It wasn't dark in any sense, but she was unable to read the minuscule writing on the page. Her gaze jumped to a lantern they passed and in an instant, the light was gathering itself and drifting obediently towards the pair. It hovered over their shoulders, a flickering glow yet without any flame to accompany. The words were perfectly illuminated and she released a sigh.

Had the vampire chosen to look upon the page, he would find it very much filled. Quite a bit of questions she had, it seemed.

"[color=darkmagenta]The first one's a bit silly, but...[/color]" She focused her eyes on her companion now, sincere and fueled by a dedicated urgency. She really did want to make sure this would all work out. "[color=darkmagenta]Do you have any preferences in smells? Or allergies? I know your senses are a lot stronger than ours and the family I live with, they really hate the smell of lemons.[/color]" She glanced to the side, not making a good enough masking attempt to hide her disappointment at this fact. "[color=darkmagenta]I just want to know so that I can avoid any products with that scent. I don't wear lotion so I shouldn't [i]taste[/i] any different. Though, if you have a preferred scent, I could adjust for that as well...[/color]"

She let out a little huff, realizing she was getting too caught up on the first question alone. She held up her list a little higher, peering at it intently. "[color=darkmagenta]I was also curious about your eating habits? Whether you prefer a big 'meal' once a day or like... little sips throughout or however you like it. And what exactly is home life like for you, if you don't mind my asking?[/color]" That one was less about preparations and more curiosity. She'd only ever been in one vampire household in her life. Granted, she lived there, but she was still curious about other possible lifestyles.

"[color=darkmagenta]Do you like music? Are there specific noises that you dislike? What is your romantic status and sexuality? Are there specific actions that annoy you, like, pet peeves? Oh! Do you dislike pets?[/color]"

She tried to skip quickly over the question of sexuality. She had previously put them on there, swearing to herself it was only to be prepared if her vampire had a "friend" over or had other obligations. Now, with the vampire she had ended up with, the question made her flustered and embarrassed. Once again, she was tinging across the red spectrum as she nervously slid her hair behind her ears. She peeked back up into Declan's face then, nervous. Anxious that maybe this had been a bit too much, maybe too personal, maybe she had upset him.

She wondered what Declan looked like when he was upset.