It seemed Vail was lightening up to her during their conversation. She did feel somewhat comfortable around him considering he was a hunter and she the prey and she knew full well he was going to feed on her, but she was trying to distract herself from the fear. At least he indulged her questions with appropriate answers without a sarcastic attitude or short responses. On that contrary, he seemed to rather enjoy the questions. She initially though he’d grow annoyed at so many questions. She guessed maybe he had very little interaction with humans outside his manor or much interaction with anyone outside his family members. She wondered how many Hygraces there actually were. However, many there was, she bet that not one of them knew he was here with the Crest heiress in her estate.

As he stepped up behind Victoria to answer her question on his painting. She knew he was right behind her as she looked for the matches. She froze as he caught her hand with his, sending a shockwave of tingles down her spine. She felt his breath on her neck he was that close to her now. She practically trembled as he spoke to her that she didn’t need to light the lantern. His other hand found the small of her back once again like it did in their dance, another wave of shivers trickled down her spine. Obviously, he was very eager to feed, and she couldn’t exactly put it off or say no. As he led her to the chaise lounge, she shuffled her feet unable to see where she was going, fearful that she was going to bang her knee on the table. “But I can’t see very well …I don’t think anyone would have followed us out here.” Then again it may be a blessing she couldn’t see him bite her and draw the blood out. She was considered a vampire sympathiser anyway so why would the Saint be bothered about protecting her if she saw her with Vail again and prevented him from killing him before. 

She sat down on her comfortable cushioned seat. He told her to trust him and she had little choice but to. He told her to relax and she tried to, but she was too nervous in his presence. He may mistake it for fear, but she wasn’t scared of him in the way a human should be of a vampire. She was nervous in anticipation of his touch. The Lady had never been touched in the way he had touched her.