Especially last night, I had just killed three vampires in the most efficient and messy way possible. The bloody sensation left me with lingering fear. Wait... is he talking about becoming a vampire? Having all the blood sucked dry from my lips would be absolutely terrifying! This morning, which should have been tender and romantic, was once again disrupted by those damn vampires. I really regret closing the curtains. Maybe I can use the "striking through the wall" technique Rion taught me—slowly reaching out, forming an ice rod to lift the curtains...
"Darling, what are you thinking about? Why aren't you responding? It's no fun if I'm the only one busy here!" He pouted in displeasure, kissing and caressing me with a slow, deliberate touch, having a grand old time. "Are you fantasizing about me again? Hmph... or are you scheming to murder your husband?"
