such a haunting melody

He would hum shortly at her inquire, finding his own lips responding with a teasing You could say I have tasted the wrong blood and you wouldn't be wrong. He breathed out, watching her gaze take in his bag of bones body. He could almost feel her eyes touching his skin, causing electricity to crawl through his veins. It made him uncomfortable. It made him feel thrilled. It made him feel alive. How long had it been since a living being gazed upon him? Sat near him? Too long. He suddenly felt Maeva heavy on his back, so he would shrug his shoulders and shimmy his hips. She fell to the ground with a thud, and mumbled her complaints at being so rudely dismissed. He disregarded her, and finally realized the emerald woman was still speaking. Diamond ears flipped delicately to lay flat on his harshly sculpted skull, and the words slipped out as smoothly as his dear mother had told him We speak German, of course he was referring to both himself and Maeva, with the occasional kiss from our nordic ancestors.