08-01-2011, 09:49 PM
Blushing, Julietta was suddenly aware of her accent, making her more self conscious than she already was. Her brow furrowed in concentration before she spoke, trying to find the right words. "I could... do some work, yes," she replied, mentally reminding herself to practice her English at a later time.
She nodded and thought about his words. A love-hate relationship? She wondered what exactly that entailed, but didn't ask. She didn't want to appear rude to the one person who had been nice to her at the ball. "That is good, ja?" She said, but it sounded more of a question. Her bloody red locks rested againt her sun kissed skin, her blue yes popping from behind her coral and gold mask. The dress she was wearing perfectly accented her hour glass shape. She was toned from dancing, but had curves in all of the right places.
Her fingers wrapped around the drink and she looked at it amount before drinking it. It wasn't that she didn't like alcohol, in Germany they were actually allowed to drink at a younger age, but she wasn't used to the taste of the wine. She preferred champagne any how. Delicately she sipped the drink and she grinned, recognizing the taste. It was Sprite, and though it was also bubbly she knew what to expect. She let out a satisfied "ah" and took another gulp. "Thanks to you," she replied and shook the drink a bit, still making the same mistake of saying thank you that she had with the waiter.
With the shake of her head, Julietta's locks flowed. "Nein. I am in house with my Aunt," she said, her words as broken as ever. Thankfully it wasn't to the point that she couldn't be understood. "Do you live by yourself?" She asked, one of the few perfect statements she had made all night.
"Ah, but I am accustomed to the stories," he replied with a nonchalant shrug and another flash of his lady killing, both literally and metaphorically, white teeth. He raised an eyebrow at the fox demon before looking back to Danielle.
Her question both surprised and pleased him. He hadn't expected her to know of the presence of supernatural beings at the party, but he was impressed that he did. He was usually accustomed to speaking with the less than intelligent girls ho were unaware of him being anything but human.
"You're a smart one, Danielle Collins," he replied simply, knowing that would be answer enough to his question. He was curious how long she had been aware of the existence of the less than normal beings in the town and home.
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