Welcome to Gaia! ::

MacPere smiled with a nod, uncurling his arms from the man's waist and patting his chest. "I would love one... Thank you."

(Sleep tight, early bird heart )

Angeles hummed at what she read before laying her head down on the table to think it over and put it to memory once more. She definitely had not encountered many of Vincente's variant of vampire, and she was slightly glad for that, but she was not all to worried.

As she thought about what she had read her eyes slowly closed. She shifted into a more comfortable position, bending her arm and resting her head on the elbow, her hand, still holding the book open, dangling over the edge.

Her nightmare last night had not been how the actual scene had ended in the past. When she had touched Lucifer's shoulder he had burst into tears and collapsed into her arms, crying for what had seemed like an agonizing eternity of being only able to rub his back and rock him gently until he stopped.

The book slowly slid from her fingers and hit the floor with a soft thud.

Angeles' eyes opened and she slid from her chair, bending slightly to pick up the book and close it, sliding it back into the kit. She walked over to the door and unlocked and opened it without hesitation. With her powers reactivated she knew who it was outside the door, "may I help you?" she asked the vampire. Which felt a little awkward after she said it.

Angeles took the glass and took a sip before handing it back, "I'm not sleeping," she said folding her arms and leaning against the door frame, "I do not need to sleep," she wasn't sure what that other form of excitement would be but she was cautious, so she may as well entertain him for the time being.

Angeles smiled deviously, "well unfortunately there is not much to do around here. It is rather... peaceful. I can't think of something that would be entertaining to the degree of a spree as most of the patrons here have been avenged of what ails them. there is usually nothing here to do but sit, think, read, or talk."

"We have more blood," said Angeles, "I'm somewhat of a permanent residence so te inn keeper keeps a supply so that I don't become a problem. If I knew how to work the stove I could attempt to make one of her special recipes that she calls 'nectar,' which is condensed blood mixed with some other things and stays off the temptation for a few days, very handy," she paused and hummed slightly keeping her gaze on Vincente, "and what do you mean 'you go first?' you know that I am a vampire and that I am a hunter, that's all that there is basically to know me. You go first."

Angeles blinked as he explained and smiled slightly, "how old are you?" she asked simply before exiting her room and going downstairs to the kitchen to grab another bottle of blood.