"I was born around a time when learning combat skills and the art of fighting was more vital than any other form of art," Silas guided Arabella towards the curtained area of the room, "I still managed to find time for other hobbies, nonetheless. As the saying goes, when one truly wants something, they'll always find a way," he stopped to pick a small wooden vase that he rotated between his fingers, in front of his eyes.
Arabella too halted in order to intently watch his doings. Her eyes were strictly on that same little vase being spun in the vampire's hand.
After a few seconds, he set the piece in its previous spot and laid a gentle hand on Arabella's back which caused a spark to shoot up her spine.
Hearing the fuss her heart was making; Silas immediately removed his hand and pushed the curtains out of their way.
