Watching your eyes

"I am a dangerous man," was all he said, as she was certain to know by now.  ”But provided you don’t startle me, I’ll be as gentle as a lamb,” he added with another smirk.

     "Besides--" She turned to face him again, a more playful smile playing on her lips than the first time she'd spoken, "I get some amusement from seeing you panic. It's not a sight I see much. You're always calm and controlled. It's nice t'think I might 'ave an upper hand."

"It’s looking a bit bitter, yes, but is it still hurting?" he asked.  That was the important thing.  If it was, he could give her something for the pain.  

     "Doesn't smell, either, any more." She finally piped up again, picking at her fingernails.

"Does your troubled mind have you up at this hour?"

     "I wish it was only my mind that 'ad me up."

"Lucy….," he managed, before he started coughing, a deep, worrying sound.  He was obviously not in good shape, at all.

     Slowly, the two women managed to bring Hyde back to his feet and up the stairs to Lucy's room, "I expected you t'come back covered in blood, but I didn't expect it like this..."

The man in black seated himself after the lady sought to sit.  ”I gather this man is interesting, by the way you think of him.  Thankful and worried…fearful, perhaps?  Ah—” he caught himself.  Dracula was accustomed to prying into the thoughts of other’s, finding out what he could and what else to his benefit— but this woman had done nothing and was not affiliated him in any dire way.  ”Don’t worry much….?  I haven’t caught your name, my lady.  However, I am Count Dragulia.”

     "Count Dragulia, it's...it's lovely to meet you, properly. My name is Lucy. Just Lucy."

He looked about the establishment more out of curiosity; he hadn’t been inside a place like this in, well, centuries.  ”Is this someone else an undesirable person so much to give you a start?”

     She sat in one of the many empty chairs with a strange sort of smile across at the stranger, "He is...an interesting person, I suppose you could say. A customer of mine who ain't been by in a while, and my skin is thankful for it but my mind worries."

One: My muse will kiss yours on the lips Two: My muse will get down on their knees for your muse Three: Your muse owns mine for two days Four: My muse submits for yours Five: My muse dominates yours Six: My muse gives yours a striptease Seven: My muse trails kisses down your muses chest Eight: Your muse owns my muse bound and gagged for one night Nine: Our muses do the deed Ten: Our muses hug one another Eleven: My muse nibbles yours Twelve: Your muse goes down on mine Thirteen: Your muse gets a lap dance from mine Fourteen: My muse ties up your muse Fifteen: My muse removes one article of your muse’s clothing Sixteen: Your muse removes one article of my muse’s clothing Seventeen: My muse slips their hand into your muse’s pants Eighteen: My muse buys yours a shot Nineteen: My muse finds yours naked and tied to the bed Twenty:My muse will tease yours (take that however you will) Twenty-One: Your muse blindfolds mine Twenty-Two: Our muses have sex in an unconventional place Twenty-Three: My muse blindfolds yours Twenty-Four: My muse fawns over your muse’s neck (biting,kissing, etc.) Twenty-Five: Wild card! I get to pick any of the above

He was a bit taken aback by her cordiality for a moment; the gypsies and Slovaks he was accustomed to living among would sooner raise a club or point a blade at a stranger than offer comfort and smiles.  However this wasn’t the Eastern side of the continent and he took a few steps towards her.  ”You have my thanks.”

     Of course, the Spider had been talking of an entirely different topic, but she was able to shake that from her mind for the moment being. "Truthfully, I'd thought you were someone else. You gave me quite a shock."