He would agree with Sirus being silly, he didn't know her father well enough to say anything on that part. He just rid his desk of the failed recipes and went back to his previous task. "I'm currently fine, thank you for asking." He smiled softly at Contessa before continuing with his work. He needed to think of a good combination for this. As he thought, he cleaned out the cauldron. Smiling weakly at her words. "Failure is just part of the process. I failed countless of times before successfully making the tonic to help satisfy a vampire's craving and the substitute blood I am currently drinking." He told her softly, Daylen just finished cleaning the cauldron as he spoke. "Raymon told you that Miss Claire bit me by accident, correct. Well before I had the tonic I needed a test subject, she slipped a few times from the craving overpowering her. Such things happen with the territory." He finished cleaning the cauldron before starting on a new batch of experimental sunscreen. "Can I ask what you are doing?" He asked her while he began to crush some seeds in the mortar.

She understood failure was part of the road to success, and she was happy to know that he wasn't letting it discourage him. "You always work so hard Daylen, it's admirable really." she said with a warm smile on her face. Listening to him speak of the biting incident, she wondered if it was painful or if it was just as Raymon had said. "Oh dear, well accidents do happen. There's nothing wrong with that, it's nice that you were able to help her out though." Contessa replied softly. "Can I ask you a question Daylen?" she asked quietly. "Did...Did it hurt when she bit you?" Contessa asked anxiously and stifled a yawn. "Oh, I'm just getting ready to do the laundry then I'm done with my shores for the moment." she answered and tilted her head to the side, "Why do you ask?" she asked as she watched him crush some seeds.

Pouring the powder into the cauldron, Daylen never looked at Contessa. He did always work but it wasn't admirable. He was so use to it as a way to pass the time. As a way to hide from the world. He nodded lightly to her words. Placing different sorts of dried roots into the mortar to be crushed and grounded into a fine powder. 'Was it painful?' He stopped having to think back to those times. A soft smiled came to his face remembering it. "It hurt a little, when the fangs first sank in. Its shortly replaced with a warmth, helps you relax as the pain fades into pleasure." He just looked at her, wondering why she was so interested in the subject. "You'll grow tired from the lost of blood. However that depends on the vampire. Some bites weren't pleasant at all. Are you interested in what Raymon said?" He asked her softly. His soft smiled never faded as looked at her. He didn't mind if she did chores, Raymon probably gave her some to make her feel better at home. "No reason. Just a bit curious." He softly said to his wife.

With one arm, she held everything close and with her free hand she pet no name while watching Daylen pour powder into the cauldron. She still found it very relaxing to watch him work, she didn't think she could ever get tired of it really. "So it did hurt? It turns pleasurable?!" she gasped. So Raymon was telling the truth, he wasn't just talking nonsense after all. Even so, Contessa didn't welcome the thought of being bitten, but she would allow it to happen if it had to. Looking at Daylen, Contessa nodded. "Well yes, I wasn't sure if he was being truthful or just talking nonsense. But now that you confirmed it I assume it's the truth." she admitted and chuckled nervously. She knew the bite had to her, but she never thought it could be pleasurable in any way. "You learn something new every day." she said with a smile on her tired face. "I uhh..." she started and looked at the floor nervously. "I w-was wondering if perhaps...well if you had the time, if we could go and buy paint and painting supplies?" she asked. "I mean...I..I can go alone i-it's okay. It doesn't have to be today though, it c-can be any day really. W-whatever day works best for you, I don't mind." she concluded.

Daylen just nodded in reply. He began to slowly crush the roots with the pestle before slowly grinding them into powder. "It did not hurt after a while, no. It did feel pleasurable after a while." He told her softly again. It was slightly embarrassing that it feel good to him after awhile. "People are always surprised by that. He always speaks the truth, yet it's surprising still." He always known that but it even still shocked him at the things he said. "Perhaps it is the way he says things that make it seem like it is nonsense." He softly told her. "Let's not think about that. I rather drink the tonics and substitute blood then bite another living creature." He told her plainly as he added the new powder into the cauldron. He was writing down the ingredients in the order he added them. Daylen just stopped for a moment and looked at Contessa. "I would love to go with you, however there is one thing that is stopping me. It's a rather large issue." He just moved back and pulled the curtain back a little. The sunlight came flooding into the room as he made sure not to touch it. It would have to be later if she really wanted him to go with her.

"Really?" Contessa asked and thought for a second. "Well that's interesting to know. I never knew it could be....well...pleasurable. I just knew it would hurt." she said and shivered sightly. A giggle escaped her lips when Daylen mentioned that it was probably the way Raymon said things that made them sound like nonsense. "Yes perhaps it is." she agreed with a nod of her head after looking back at Daylen. "I know you would, even though you hate the substitute blood I know biting anyone is something you would hate a lot more." Contessa commented and brushed some hair from her face. "W-well yes I know that, that's why I said I wouldn't mind waiting for you. We can go once the sun sets, I know you wouldn't like it if I went alone and honestly I wouldn't like it either. Who know what could happen. Besides, I'd really like to take a nap first after the laundry is all done. I'm really tired for some odd reason." she explained honestly. "Perhaps I didn't get enough sleep..." she muttered to no one in particular and blushed.

Daylen just looked at her, one of his eyebrows slightly raised. Why was she so interested in how it felt to be bitten all of a sudden. "Miss Contessa, I am going to ask you something. I want a honest and truthful answer." Daylen just closed the curtain and walked around his desk. He leaned against it, his palms resting on its surface behind him. "I want you to answer this without thinking about me or putting me first." He sternly told her. "Are you wanting me to bite you? Read can read your mind and you seem rather conflicted about this topic." He wanted her to really think about it, she seemed welcoming then at some points not. Truth be told, Daylen was conflicted on this topic. He wanted to have blood over the substitute but he would force himself to drink the substitute blood. He wasn't sure if the store would be open when the sun was down but there were a lot of lively races at night, perhaps it would. His face lightly light up from a blush, he knew why she was tired. Certain events from last night would do that. Especially to someone not use to it.

Hearing her name, her eyes widened. "Yes?" she asked and listened to him speak. Was she in trouble? "Oh..." she said when she heard his question and laughed nervously, avoiding eye contact. "Oh that. That's what you want to know?" she asked and let out another nervous laugh. "W-well listen here. I..I never said yes, but I never said no. Now that b-being said, I would not oppose to it if it had to happen. W-what I mean is, if you were overcome with a c-craving and if you had no more tonics, I'd be first in line to allow you t-to b-bite me." Contessa answered nervously and looked over at him once she was done speaking. She was conflicted, that was spot on. Still, she didn't want to force him into doing something he didn't want to do, what sort of wife would do such a thing?

Daylen just shook his head lightly. She didn't really answer his question. She was mostly rambling on a yes or no question. "You're avoiding the question with rambling." He spoke softly to her. "I asked a simple yes or no question. I told you not to decide base on me or my craving. To not to include me in the decision at all, besides the obvious. I want to know your feelings on the subject." He kept his calm but firm tone. "I will ask you again and I want your, only your's opinion on the matter. Do you want me to bite you, so you can feel first hand on the subject?" He questioned her once more. He never moved from the desk as he questioned her. He was curious on her opinion. He knew she was conflicted but he wanted her to voice her choice. She would have to learn to tell him what was on her mind, after all he can read it now. Hiding was no good.

Contessa frowned and took a few steps back. "Now you're upset with me." she whined and stared at the floor. "No, not right now anyway. Perhaps another day. I don't know Daylen, I really don't know. I suppose it would be best to get it over and done with though." she answered with a sigh. She really didn't have a concrete answer to that question. She was both scared and curious, that wouldn't answer his question though, he wanted a yes or a no, not a maybe or a perhaps later this afternoon. "I obviously cannot answer your question to your liking so I think I'll just go now and start the laundry, I apologize for bothering you and even bringing this up." Contessa answered sadly and before Daylen could say anything, left the study and headed over to the laundry room where she started on the laundry after setting the crate down on the floor and yawning.

Daylen just listened to her. Did she really think he was that easy to upset? He wasn't going to bite her, he just wanted her to voice her opinion. Daylen just sighed when she left but did not chase after her. "Miss Contessa, I want your happiness over all. How can I make you happy if you can't even voice your thoughts? I have to read your mind, which I do not like doing. It's invasive and rude. Both against my raising. I was not going to bite you. I wanted your honest opinion, which I will never seem to get. Stop trying to please me. State your true feelings and thoughts. I didn't marry a doll, I married a woman and I want her to voice her thoughts and opinions." He simply told her using his mind. Daylen just went to his study door and closed it. He had had tonic to create.

Contessa stopped what she was doing as she heard his voice in her mind and looked down at no name sadly. He really was mad at her. Voice her opinions? She was so used to doing as she was told and she always worried about upsetting him with her words, and now she upset him because she didn't answer his question to his liking. It seemed that she wasn't going to be a perfect wife after all. All she wanted was to make him happy and she couldn't even do that. Pouting, she continued with what she was doing and decided to talk to no name since she needed a distraction. "Would you like to join me for a nap after this? Perhaps I'll just go to bed, I don't even feel like going out anymore. Not for today anyway." she muttered and sighed sadly. "No name what am I supposed to do? Daylen is really upset with me and I don't think there's anything I can do or say that will cheer him up. Not that it matters since I can never cheer him up anyway." she told the little pet and tossed the laundry in the dryer once it had been washed.

Daylen just sat down in his study. All he wanted was for her to stop trying to please him and be herself. Voice her thoughts and opinions but that seemed to be hard for her. Similar to his emotions that he had a hard time showing still after so many years. He knew it wouldn't happen overnight but he would like her to at least try. He heard her thoughts and knew how she felt but he wanted her to voice them. He didn't like reading her mind. He still couldn't fully control it and he could end up giving them both extremely violent headaches. He sighed as he went back to his tonic, though now he wasn't really in the mood to work.

"I should probably go talk to him. Oh but I can't even force myself to face him right now, besides he's too busy right now anyway." Contessa said and crossed her arms across her chest. "Well now he knows how I feel. I mean, he doesn't really open up to me all that much, I know he's trying though. At least he's trying...I'm just a stupid old doll." she muttered. When the laundry was all done, Contessa grabbed the laundry and and the crate and walked over to their room. She noticed the study door was closed but she didn't bother to stop and wonder exactly how mad at her he was. Walking into their room, Contessa set down the crate and placed the laundry on the bed, silently folding it all and putting it all where it belonged.

Daylen just repeated the same process as before, over and over again he failed. His arms were charcoal but healed rather quickly, each time taking longer and longer though. He sighed cleaning his cauldron once again. It was taking allot out of him. His arms were sore from all the pain but he wasn't going to stop until he got it or Raymon forced a break. He was running low of the substitute blood but it was still too bright for him to go into the kitchen and refill his glass. He was sure Contessa was too mad at him, so he would let her have her space. Perhaps he could just wait til Raymon got back, but he wanted to keep busy so he would press on without the substitute blood.

Finishing her chores, Contessa picked up the crate and walked over to Daylen's study. She knocked on the door and opened it before Daylen could say anything and stared at him. "Do you need anything before I go to bed?" she asked quietly. "I might be upset and hurt, but that doesn't mean I'm going to abandon my job as a wife....or doll as you say I am." she commented sadly. Yes she was upset, who wouldn't be after what had happened; maybe that counted as voicing her opinion, she didn't know and she didn't care. All she wanted to do now was sleep and forget today ever happened but she didn't think she ever could forget, who would forget their first fight?

Daylen just looked at the door. He sighed softly. "I didn't call you a doll. I was simply stating that I want to hear what you have to say. Dolls don't do that. They sit and try to make you happy with whatever you make them do. You are not one. I want to hear what you have to say. I meant nothing bad from that statement." He simply spoke in his soft tone. He just shook his head. "I'll be fine. Go rest. You're tired and need it." He gave her a weak smile. He was hiding his slowly healing arms from her view. They were very charcoaled and flaking from the last two tonics. They didn't seem to want to heal.

"You still compared me to one. But it's fine, I really don't want to fight anymore." she muttered sadly. He wanted to hear what she had to say? "I don't care if you bite me or not Daylen, I just want to be the perfect wife that you deserve. If having me voice my opinion is something that will make you happy, then I will do my best to do that." Contessa explained. She really didn't think saying that was going to help any, but it was worth a try. "Very well, I'll go now. Sorry for bothering you again Daylen." she said and sadly walked out of his study, closing the door behind her and heading over to the music room where she set the crate down by the couch and curled up in it, picking up no name and setting him close to her to keep him warm. "Goodnight no name." she whispered and closed her eyes, trying to get some rest.

The perfect wife? There was no such thing as a perfect wife or husband. You had to accept each other as you were, how could he accept her if she stayed within her self. He was guilty of that as well, but at the same time he could seriously hurt her if not kill her. It would take a while to break both of them that habit. He wanted nothing more to share with her, let her know him but he didn't know where to really began. Daylen just softly smiled at her words before she left. She didn't bother him, he liked having her with him. But the day wasn't the best so far. Daylen looked at his nearly skeletal charcoaled arms. He slightly over did it. Having nothing to help his healing, he just needed to wait for them to heal on their own or until it was dark even for him to go into the kitchen.

Contessa kept waking up every now and again during what was supposed to be a long nap. Looking down at her arms, no name was curled up sleeping peacefully. "At least one of us can sleep." she whispered and sighed as she stared blankly at the door of the music room. What was Daylen doing? Probably still working on that sunscreen of his. Communication is key she thought to herself. Her parents were right, what was the point of getting married if they weren't even going to talk? Maybe this was normal in a marriage? Maybe it was normal to fight at the start of the marriage? She didn't know and she had no one to really ask. Well she could ask her parents but she could already guess what they would say. Give him some time, give yourself some time as well. It might take a while to get comfortable with the fact that you're already married. she thought to herself but stopped. He could read her thoughts and she didn't want to upset him in any way. "You already upset him enough today." she said to herself.

With every movement his hands just clipped away. They were slowly healing but still at a faster rate than a human's. The very last tonic had the opposite effect. It accelerated the burning of his skin, it was what caused his hands to be in such bad shape. Being classed as dead, his healing tonics no longer worked on him. He stood and gathered his glass the best he could before painfully leaving the study. He waved through the sun spots in the house to get to the kitchen. He looked inside to see all the sun spots. Nearly all of them at the refridgerator. He leaned against the wall by the doorway. He just knew this would hurt and end badly. Taking in a deep breath he made his way into the kitchen. Again waving through the sunspots on the floor. When he tried to set his glass down on the counter, it slip from his grasp and shattered on the floor. He just looked at the shards scattered over the floor and sighed. He would have to wave back to get the broom and a new glass.

Contessa was starting to doze off again when she heard a shattering sound. "Wha?!" quickly she got up which woke up her pet. "Sorry no name." she apologized and gently placed him back in the crate before picking it up and quickly walking out of the music room in search of what had broken. Checking his study, she noticed he wasn't there and panicked. "Oh dear. Daylen?!" she called out and quickly made her way to the kitchen where she saw the shattered glass on the floor an Daylen. "Are you okay?" she asked worriedly as she set the crate down on a chair and started picking up the pieces with her hands. She knew she had to get a broom but she wasn't going to get cut, she never did before and with a metal hand she found it hard for it to actually happen any time soon. "Don't worry, I'll get you another glass." Contessa said as she continued picking up the bits of glass that were scattered on the floor.

Daylen just looked up at Contessa when she walked in and nodded weakly. "I'm fine." He softly told her. He just waved his way back to get the broom. "You should go back to bed. I can clean this up." He told her softly. He winced slightly as he grabbed the broom and the dust pan. He avoided the sun the best he could as he swept up the shards. He wasn't even paying attention that his charcoaled arms were out in plain view. Little pieces broke off and mixed with the glass ass he swept. He winced once more when he accidently touched the sun. He just sighed lightly. It would take him a while to get use to that pain from burning in the sun. Though his arms were starting to improve they were still pretty bad.

"Give me that Daylen, you're hurting yourself more than you already have!" she yelled and frowned as she held out her hand for the broom. "You clearly are not fine, I can see how badly you hurt your arms experimenting!" she exclaimed and frowned. She wasn't mad at him, just upset that he would hurt himself like this and tell her that he was fine when he clearly wasn't. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to raise my voice. I just worry about you is all Daylen, and I don't like to see you get hurt. I know getting hurt is part of the process with your experiments, but I don't like seeing you hurt yourself when you clearly don't have to. I know you can clean this, but I'd rather you didn't so that you don't hurt yourself any more." Contessa explained, clearly worried about her husband.

He just looked at Contessa. He was slightly shocked she actually rose her voice at him. He smiled softly once he regained his composure and held out the broom for her. "Now see Miss Contessa was that so hard stating what was on your mind?" He asked her softly. "That's all I want. I want all of you, anger and all." He smiled softly at her. "As for my arms, it was completely my fault. I mixed two things I knew didn't agree and it had the opposite results from what I was going for." He admitted it was his mistake and he wouldn't do it again. However you never knew if you didn't try, Clearly it was better if he didn't try that combination but he did. Sometimes they panned out, this was not one of them. "A little substitute blood and I will be fine, honestly. I'm fine." He told her trying to assure her he was perfectly fine, burnt but fine.