Vlad scoffed, "You? Warm hugs? Ill stick to my pumpkin juice, thanks." He stirred his drink, writing in the margins of his book. "Its not even that cold out yet? Maybe the creatures would like you better if /you/ weren't so cold."
He rolled his eyes at the purring cat under the table. "Deal, but daddy refers to himself as daddy pleases. Besides, "He gazed up at her through his lashes, a smug grin on his face, "You know you like it." He winked at her, biting his lip, and flipping his page nonchalantly.










