Talk

"I'd like you to sit down," she said, patting the seat beside her. "Why?" he asked, hesitant. "We need to talk," she responded, smiling sweetly. And he stared at her then, eyes wide, mouth dry, fangs scraping his bottom lip in a nervous twitch. He remembered this from his world before - his living ways. She patted more firmly and he hesitated additionally (again, some more). "I'd rather fight the Moors," Dracula's brain squeaked, in a tiny, tremulous voice.