[i]Ophelia holds back a smile as Morthos agrees to letting Hargul bedazzle his horns. She coughs slightly, keeping her focus on the food only. A few moments later, Ophelia could feel Roxas coming toward her, and her body tensed slightly. [color=6ecff6]"I don't need your help,"[/color] she says, her voice sharp. Instantly though she regretted the retort, but moved a step away from him, the arm he had placed on her back falling back to his side. She wanted nothing more than to be close to him though, but after the screaming match with Jax, she didn't have the energy.

She moved slightly to grab three normal sized plates, and a small plate for Hargul, and then placed them lightly against the counter. It had taken a lot of practice to move at human speed. Her reflexes were quick, so every move of hers was calculated to be precise. Roxas spoke to her again, this time in more of a whisper,  [color=ed1c24]"You don't have to tell me anything now, but after dinner would you please explain to me what that was about?"[/color] Once he finished speaking, he placed his hand back on her waist, and her expression remained neutral, but she finally looked up at him. [color=6ecff6]"I don't really think that's a good idea,"[/color] she says slowly. It took everything in her to resist telling him. She knew she would eventually have to, but for all she knew, he didn't know much about Vampires, and she hoped she could just play it cool and act as though their relationship would develop naturally, though that obviously wasn't the case.

[color=6ecff6]"Dinner is ready,"[/color] She says, knowing her voice would carry despite it's softness.[/i]