[ Armand's question seems to startle Emmrich more than the quickness with which he flits across the room, suddenly so close, his skin buzzing under the phantom of the vampire's touch. He blinks, but manages not to flinch or tense β his brow furrows as though he hasn't understood what's been said, lashes fluttering as he vies for clarity. But there's only a beat of silence that passes between them, instinct pulling two plaintive syllables forth from Emmrich's chest. ]
Of course.
[ As though he couldn't imagine why Armand would ask, despite the preceding conversation, all their talk of good and evil and monsters in the world. Butβ that's his nature, to be so in love with the world despite his place in the kingdom of death.
And then, suddenly, his expression breaks, a breath of laughter escaping his parted lips. ]
no subject
Of course.
[ As though he couldn't imagine why Armand would ask, despite the preceding conversation, all their talk of good and evil and monsters in the world. Butβ that's his nature, to be so in love with the world despite his place in the kingdom of death.
And then, suddenly, his expression breaks, a breath of laughter escaping his parted lips. ]
βWe might begin by your sharing your name.