Victoria knew very well that her proposal was indeed risqué. But like she had said to him, she wasn’t sure when she would be able to see him again, even though it was mostly for his benefit, she [i]did[/i] actually enjoy seeing him. He challenged her mind in ways no other man had. Not to mention he was full of mystery for what he was. Getting to know him had been a pleasure, even their banter. Whenever she was alone, she always thought back to him, wondering what he was doing, what he was thinking. 

He seemed taken aback by her declaration of inequality between the two. Yet he didn’t decline, he immediately removed his coat after she had tugged it. Was he a little too into this himself, more than he cared to admit? She had to but wonder…did [i]he[/i] like the thought of them both being so close without any clothing between them? She knew she did. So as he began to unbutton his shirt, her heart began to race even more. She liked even more that he was obliging her request and considering her feelings. To think they had once exchanged heated debate and regarded one another with ambivalence. Here the two were, under the pretense of false names as a fake married couple. It made it all the more daring and exciting. Perhaps on some level she did feel like his call girl, he could have her when he so desired.

She could not help but admire his form as he removed his shirt and at the same time protested he never agreed to this. Then why was he humoring her request? Why did his gaze keep sweeping over her body? She liked that he continued to do so. Upon revealing his torso to her, she could see how well toned he was, but then she laid her eyes upon his wounded shoulder from the burns he sustained from his escape, she looked at it with empathy. She wanted to reach out to it and kiss it better but touching it would only be tender for him. However she did note that his bullet wound was completely gone. Any human would still have that scar and stitches. He was something else entirely, superhuman.  

“A woman can but try, no?” she chuckled at Vail as he regarded her with his passing comment on her ‘plan’. “Although I am quite flattered you think me so clever. Alas no…it wasn’t my plan all along….I’m just making this up as I go…” She confessed, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks. “You…make me feel desired…in no other way any man has ever made me feel…and not just because you want my blood. You make me feel things I never even thought were possible! To actually [i]care[/i] about a vampire…” There she said it. She admitted she cared about Vail Hygrace. Humans did not and could not care for their predators. Except she cared about what happened to him. Especially when he was hurt because of her. “I hate seeing you get hurt…” She revealed sadly as she gestured to his pink burn wound on his shoulder. She didn’t care what they did to her, they could tie her up, lock her away and drain her of every drop of blood if it meant Vail wasn’t harmed.