Castle Ward

Damian sighed, then layed back, linking his hands behind his head then propping his feet up on the back of the couch. "Are you ever satisfied?"

"No," Dianne crossed her arms over her chest and smirked. She then freed one hand and started playing with Damian's hair.

Damian smiled a little and chuckled a bit. "Well, at least you admitted it."

Dianne laughed. "No, Damian darling, when have you known me to not be honest?" Dianne twirled a strand of his hair around her finger. Dianne's voice took on the mocking, shamlessly flirtatious edge, that she usually reserved for people of high importance.

He smirked. "When you use that mocking, shamlessly flirtatious voice of yours that you reserve for the important people."

Jason's arms and wings remained around her as he slept. when he awoke agan it was a slow process and when his eyes finally opened he looked at her still sleepily and just smiled. "you're really comfy" he said softly.

"What about it?" Dianne smirked, her face again flirting shamelessly.
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Bella giggled, "Thank you."

He smiled. "Nothing. I might as well enjoy it while it lasts."

Dianne smiled, "Indeed you should. If you know me half as well as I think you do, then you should know this doesn't usually last long." She twirled a strand of his hair around her finger idly as she spoke.

Damian smirked. "Only once in a blue moon."

Dianne smiled, "Indeed. And you know what?" She grinned brightly, her pure white teeth flashing almost as brilliantly as her bright red hair. "I think I want to drink." She skipped over to the table and came back with two wine glasses filled with brilliant crimson blood. Amazingly, her hair was a brighter shade of red than the blood in the glass.

Damian sat up. "It seems you've gotten into the expensive stuff."

"Indeed I have." She smiled and handed one of the glasses to him, "I'll not tell where I got it either. Just enjoy it. I'll not have you fussing over how much I paid for it."

Damian smirked and eyed her suspiciously out of the corner of his eye as he sipped at the blood. "Should I be worried?"

Dianne gave a mock expression of surprise, "Do you not trust me, Damian?" She smiled slyly and sipped her own glass, licking some off her lips, "Mmm... wonderful."

Damian smirked again as he sipped at the glass. "Indeed." He said, not hinting at which question he answered.

"And which part of what I said were you responding to?" She teased, knowing that he loved being cryptic with his words.

"Thats for me to know and you to guess at." He said. He then looked at the glass. "But if you don't mind, how did you get this?"

"I said I wasn't telling." She smiled playfully, "But, if you insist, I got it from the Botcelli family in Italy." the Botcelli's were famous among vampires for getting the best blood.

He raised an eyebrow. "Wow, I really should be scarred." He said, finishing off the glass.

"Indeed." Dianne smiled, taking another sip of hers, "Would you like some more?" She offered. "I have plenty more in the cellar if you would like to see it."

He smiled. "If you wouldn't mind, that would be nice."

"Then come along now." Dianne smiled and stood, helping him to his feet and taking him down into a lavish cellar with bottles of blood put up like wine and a china cabinet filled with wine glasses in the other corner.

He smirked. "Very impressive, Miss Perfect." He said, stepping into the blood cellar.

"I'm only close to perfect, Damian." She smirked and pulled two glasses out of the cabinet, "Take a look and see if you would like to try any."