"Yeah, so some of those Vamiltes are here.", Rissite said, still eating ice cream.

"And?", Gerraide asked while cleaning his revolver.

"Ohhh, they were just gorgeous!", Rissite announced, nearly drooling.

"Ah." Gerriade said, obviously not paying attention.

"And...." Rissite babbled on.

"Uh-huh." Gerraide had lost her there.

Fourty-five minutes later, Rissite had finished the ice cream and noticed that Gerraide wasn't listening.

Aggravated with his indifference, she jumped into his lap and said, "So how long has it been since you stopped paying attention?"

"You know when you said 'yeah'? I kinda' lost you there."

"Why you little...."

Rissite began punching him playfully in the head. Gerraide, his gun holstered, grabbed her, pushed her onto the table, and pinned her arms to the table. Irvine, who had just walked in, immediatley turned and walked out.

"Gerraide!", Rissite giggled, "I had no idea! You know, if you really wanted me this bad you could have just said something." She lifted her head up to his, and he, still holding her wrists, moved his arms together causing her to kiss her now clasped hands.

"I'm going to have to advise you to not be so forward in the future, people might think you're.... well, a complete and total slut."

"Oh, come on. you know me. You can't tell me you haven't at least loosened up to me. I mean seriously, who can resist someone with as much charm as me?"

"I", Gerraide said, scratching his chin.

"Not even a little?"

Gerraide shrugged.

"Come on. say something. Anything.Why don't you say more than just a critique.?!

Gerraide continued to say nothing.

"Why are you guys so quiet?! You don't give more than just a denouncement of anything anyone says. Kenny isn't awake half of the time. Andre doesn't say anything at all!"

"I guess everyone is quiet now that we now just how quickly the world could end. Seven thousand years of time compression could have just passed. I guess nothing is as important as it was before."