clayforthedevil

"Yes, indeed, and you know I've no patience at all for melancholy or dark moods.-- I only regret we didn't have a proper fireplace at the time. Our next literary debate will have a much better setting here." He picks up the small bucket of paint and starts walking along the wall, finger-painting an extension of the skyline. "I've met one of the vampires. Tall fellow, claims to have been a Viking. Apparently he quite despises whatever he thinks Romantics are." Which amuses Bahorel to no end.