She licked at her teeth, the motions so foreign to her and yet she couldn't fathom not ensuring that every morsel of his rich, fragrant blood was off her lips and teeth and ingested into the burning hunger in her belly. She stopped her animalistic motions when he approached, a sense of wanting to respect and become loyal to the man before her flittered through her wandering thoughts and it stopped her in surprise. It must've been the pull of his own blood in her system because before the events of tonight he would never had drawn this close to her and kept his life. 

She watched him in a bit of wonder and nodded her head in agreement. She would need training, of that she was assured. The small fire from the far corner of the room licked at the flames it was fed earlier in the night, the corrosive effect of its heat breaking down the very thing that would keep the fire alive. Her mind sat on the subject as he glided toward the door, his very elegance baffling. So many misunderstood the very physical make-up of a vampire. They were thought to be topical nightmare at best and myth at worse and yet people thought of them as human with the tendencies of a monster. How far from the reality that would become her future.

Vampires were simply monsters with human cloaks. Nothing more. 

That Vincent could maintain a hold on the beast that he truly was and converse, glide and speak in hushed tones left her with far more questions than answers. The soft touch of his cold fingers on her face reminded her that he was in essence a child of death. She looked from his strong frame to the fire again, her voice soft and yet she knew without a doubt that he could hear her voice as if she were yelling to him in a crowded room. "What is the necessity of the fire if not to warm the living?"

She walked away from her reverie, her stare locked to his as he spoke to her, his offering one she felt the need to grab and drink with expedience, but she held herself tightly in check and simply took the glass, thanked him and stole a glance at the lovely sculpted planes of his body. For being a monster, she'd admit quickly that he was a beautiful one.