04-28-2014, 06:21 AM
More like, unable to grow into the confidence one expected from a vampire. He shook his head a bit. "N-no...not too soft at all." Virsat was being honest, at least in his opinion. He thought it suited her rather well, but then again, he really didn't know her all that well. "B-besides...there...there's nothing wrong with a bit of softness.." A slight frown flickered across his features then it was gone. He had dropped his gaze to his lap again.
Virsat was chewing his bottom lip again, though more gently than before. He seemed to stare at his lap for a few moments longer before he raised his head, his eyes shifting to look around the inn once again. As if checking on his patrons with a quiet wariness. A few more had retired to their rooms, and he couldn't help but wonder which one his master would eat tonight. His attention returned to her, and the bowl that had held her stew. One of the serving girls came over to take the empty bowl, and Virsat once again made it a point not to look directly at her. Those dolls. They were just so creepy in his opinion. The doll ignored Virsat, and only seemed interested in finding out if Chrissie wanted anything else or not before tending to the other patrons.
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