"I can really do anything I want?"

The softly poised question hangs in the dim light of the room both vampires find themselves in for the evening; both of them still beneath the sheets of the large bed that sits against the wall, facing the massive fireplace in which only embers burn. Pam's golden hair is strewn across the pillow; and Eric's nose is buried in her curls as his body curls around hers from behind. It's the first words either of them has spoken all evening, choosing instead to relish in the soft silence, listening to the waves and sounds of the animals and insects beneath the wide open window of the bedroom. It is no surprise to Eric that her first thought of the evening causes him to smile, and he slowly raises his head, his lips skimming against her skin before he rests his chin on her shoulder.

"Anything at all," he assures her, his own voice matching her tone, "Anything and everything."

"Within reason?" Pam speculates as she turns in his arms, her blue eyes glittering as she stares up at her maker; who in turn place his cheek in his palm so that he can smile down at her.

"Anything," he repeats with a chuckle as it causes her eyes to widen in excitement, "Leave the reasoning to me. I'll deny you nothing."

"Nothing?" Pam says, showing off her impressive skill of parroting him, yet in a deceptively sarcastic voice; yet it softens, causing Eric's lips to turn down into a concerned from, "Even if I want information?"

"Nothing," Eric repeats yet again, shaking his head, unsure of where the conversation seems to be turning, "Ask, and it's yours."

Wetting her lips, Pam slowly nods her head and Eric can nearly see the wheels turning in her pretty blonde head. "Could I..." she begins with a smile, and he knows he is no doubt in for a night of hypothetical situations, "...enroll in a university?"

Surprised, Eric's brow lifts upwards as he ragrds the small woman beneath him. It's not that he does not consider her highly intelligent, and he does not doubt that she has had schooling equivalent to her station in her human life; but rather that it is the first time she has ever asking him such a thing. "You want to go to a university?" he asks softly, trying to keep the surprise out of his tone.

"No," she chirps, her dazzling smile teasing him as he rolls his eyes at her antics. "Could I..." she begins again, allowing him to roll her to her back, covering her with his own body as he braces himself above her on his elbows, "...drain every and any account you hold at any and all banks?"

"You could try," Eric snorts, knowing that it is still so new to her to not have to ask for or worry about money in at least some respect, "Maybe one night I'll even write down every account for you."

"That sounds like a boring night," Pam pouts, accepting the brush of his lips as her arms loop around his neck, pulling him closer. "Could I have the moon?" she asks with a giggle as Eric's blunt teeth nip at her throat and said moon's rays stream into their room.

"I'll fly up and wrap it in a bow for you," Eric whispers, biting back a laugh at exactly how true that statement might be; no matter that she may not be aware.

Pushing against his chest, Eric allows Pam to roll him to his back as she sits astride his hips, her wild curls floating around her shoulders as they both openly stare at the other; and no matter that this is all still so new, to both of them, Eric finds it hard to believe that this could ever change. "Do you know how to play any instruments?" she asks, turning the conversation once more. At his simple nod she presses, "Who taught you?"

"Godric," is his answer; and the word rings out in the room, carrying the weight of his reverence, "Godric taught me to play the piano." Pam doesn't question him further, allowing the silence around them to soften before Eric asks, "Do you?"

Pam's laughter rings out as she shakes her head, causing her curls to spill around her. "I had plenty of lessons on every instrument you could think of," she tells him proudly, "Plenty of tutors were paid handsomely, but I remained positively hopeless. Piano. Harp. Flute." She rolls her eyes, looking pleased about the waste of money. "Then they made the mistake of hoping I could sing," she laughs, covering her mouth with her hand.

"You? Bad at something?" Eric teases, his hands settling on her hips, "I don't believe it."

"Believe it," she tells him with a grin, tossing her long curls over her shoulder as she leans down, resting her head on his chest as his arms wrap around her. A beat of silence passes between them before her next question falls softly, innocently, from her full lips. "Did you have any siblings, Eric?"

"I had a sister," he responds almost immediately; although the air in the room seems to become very still at his words. He blinks, rapidly trying to clear his vision as his first, and perhaps only words about the small infant in nearly nine hundred years leave his lips. Even now, the image of her is crystal clear; her blond curls, no more than tufts of pure fluff; her eyes, the same exact color as his own. He doesn't realize how tense he has become until Pam's fingers press against his skin, grounding him to the present. She does not raise her eyes to his, allowing him the privacy of the moment as he whispers, "I had a baby sister."

There is no comment about the qualifier that he chose to use; yet for the first time Eric realizes that though the ache in his heart is no less at the reminder of his lost family, it is easier now to acknowledge with his heart so full for the woman who lays in his arms now. Eventually, his breathing returns to normal, his fingers no longer trembling as they comb through Pam's hair. As always, she seems to understand the words he does not speak. Their entire time together thus far, he had pestered her with questions about her human life, wanting to know everything and anything; no matter how insignificant. Perhaps guessing, knowing, that there were many more layers and lifetimes in Eric's past, she had never questioned him. Until tonight. And in the matter of minutes, a wall had fallen between them; a wall that Eric never thought would crumble.

"Eric?" Pam asks, and he is unable to know how much time has passed. But when their eyes meet, their is an understanding between them; as silent and as strong as could possibly be. He arches a brow, waiting for her command. And when she speaks, he knows she does so for both of their accounts; offering them both an escape back to their reality; back to the lives they have carved out for themselves so far.

"I'm hungry."