Trixy offered a small smile and a shrug at his apology “It is okay, that is the way it is with you Americans. You come to this land called a ‘cultural melting pot’ and it does just that, it melts your culture away into a new one.”

Her footfalls were softer than his own as she walked beside him and listened to him recall his past interactions with Vampires. “Mine aren’t all that positive either… if you don’t let those close to you go, they will be taken from you. I don’t quite know which feeling is worse, in all these years.” She said wistfully, empathizing with his feelings of loss.

She stepped into the elevator and chuckled quietly at his tiny usage of French, thinking it was sweet.