[ He would just as soon forget it as recall it, even though he knows full well that all the efforts in the world to block it from his mind would be in vain. Perhaps the clarity with which he remembers it will fade with time, but he doubts that it will ever be completely gone. ]

A fine pair we make. [ He thinks of them as a pair, and she is his pair, but they are not so different at all. ] You had your cave, and I had this house: both prisons in their own ways. [ A thought occurs to him and he tilts his head to one side while he tries to put it into words. ] You wished to find a real home... It does not need to be said, but this is your home, and you are free to do with it what you wish, to turn it into one.

[ He has not been able to care for it as much as he would have liked, but he has tried to not neglect it either. Still, he believes it could benefit from her presence here, and so he is more than willing to let her use it as she wills.

He wishes to do more, to touch her everywhere he can reach, but there is a question contained within her words that he feels he must answer. ]

I see someone that I desire very much, in all ways. In how you look, how you talk, and how you... how you taste. [ He very nearly faltered there, but he knew that if he did, she might well interpret that as him not liking the taste of the blood she offers, when that is as far from the truth as it is possible to be. Indeed, he believes that he has developed a liking for her blood, and a lack of interest in ever drinking from another. He has no reason to now that they are together, but he believes that the taste of anyone else's blood would pale in comparison. ] You are everything I could have hoped for and more than I deserve.