"You know... Now that you're fully awake, you seem..." Regan tapped her chin and hummed. "It's hard to put my finger on it. You carry yourself like a teacher or like a pastor."

Oswald squinted as he and Regan walked through her home. Just the same as the furniture within, it was in a shape he recognized, but the decor was so alien and lively to him. "Is there an issue with my attitude? Is it ill-fitting for these modern days?" He was not unused to that particular comment, but... Times do change.

With a smile, she shook her head. "Nah." Regan stopped in front of one door and opened it, and did something unseen to the room. To Oswald's surprise, in just that click the room was illuminated. Regan was casual about it, so he followed her into the lit room. "You might get some kind of attention acting like you do, but I don't think anything bad will happen."

She turned back to him, and motioned into the room. Oswald's eyes instantly understood, although the furniture was obscenely soft and featured so much metal, he understood that this room was a quiet study. Books filled old shelves, tables of medical instruments and tools stood against the walls, and a desk was perched in the corner. The windows were shuttered closed, as1` well.

Oswald looked back at Regan as she hustled in and made a small twirl for him. She leaned against the desk and smiled. "Welcome to Doctor Oswald's clinic."

He moved passed her smiling face and approached the bookcase. All of the books there were massive in size, and from peering at the titles, covered only topics he wouldn't recall off hand. Definitely, this small library was a good resource.

After a minute of tracing his fingers along the shelves, Regan slowly spoke, "Do you like it?"

"This is excellent. It's been centuries since I last operated a clinic, but helping the humans was always rewarding." He pulled a book down and turned it over in his rough hands. 'Cancers And Their Limited Treatments' as written by Dr. Henry Cook M.D., Ed.D. As Oswald opened the weighty reference, Regan moved closer to him.

Again, she put a hand on his arm, drawing his gaze. She sheepishly removed her hand, and he looked her in the eye. Regan blinked, her smile faltering for a second, but then she shyly looked away.

However, he wasn't shy. He put a finger under her chin and gently eased Regan's gaze to meet him again, and as he felt the heat rise in her skin, Oswald's third eye snapped open. He saw the aura of her human soul radiate outward in a lucent array of lavender...

Oswald stared, taking in the rays as they danced around Regan's face and shoulders and neck. "You intend to aid me, then? Help an old monster of the night with his machinations?"

Regan's big brown eyes blinked, then again as she smiled and nodded. Her aura changed, vermillion blooming out and taking hold throughout the slow moving flickering strobes of her soul.

"Of course, Oswald."

Oswald did not reply, or continue any further. Instead he watched her aura flicker from vermillion and into lavender again. Her true feelings of the moment were lavender colored. Content with his analysis, he closed his three eyes and leaned back to stand upward once more.

Oswald released Regan, who immediately grabed her chin in confusion.

He took a moment to recall... A lavender aura was the same coding as the pleasant lavender flower. Conservitive moods were made by the flower, and lavender is the color of a conservative mood. Conservative was Regan's true feelings of the moment. Vermillion was bright and sunny, the image of joy, and that flash was her feelings of joy at the chance to help him.

He stepped away, releasing her from his attention and nodded. "Okay." This Regan could be trusted, for now, anyway.

"Then we will work together." He slowly turned with his eyes on her and walked closer to his new desk. He tapped against the glass top, nails clacking and echoing in the room. His digits drummed as he rolled around his plans in his mind.

Awakening to a new era was not expected, but even less likely was his herd surviving through the centuries. Even less expected, bordering on the impossible, was his herd finding him after he buried himself 1000 feet in the earth.

He'd need to learn the new ways of this era of humans.

"Regan, can you tell me the year?"

She nodded, "2018."

He averted his gaze and walked around the desk. "And... Well, I suppose next I would like to know..." Oswald pulled out and sat in his chair. "Is health still a factor among humans? You haven't unlocked immortality or unreasonable immunity have you?" He added the last bit with a smirk as he trailed his nails across the arm rests of his metal and badded seat.

With a chuckle, Regan slowly shook her head. "No immortality yet, Dr. Oswald. No, I think you'll get a lot of business as a clinic! There's thousands of people in this city who don't trust hospitals..."

That earned a curious cock of the brow from the elder kindred, but Oswald didn't question his good fortune. "If that is the case... We can begin as early as tonight."

"To, tonight? Dr. Oswald are you positive that you're already ready? Don't you need new clothes or equipment or, I dunno, maybe find people to come to you? Maybe a bath...?" Regan conciously and capriciously put her hand to her nose.

Oswald looked down at his hands, and at the finery he buried himself in, then squinted at Regan's fanciful wardrobe.

Pants on a woman, and a thin soft shirt, and her shoes weren't made for walking through the elements, clearly.

As Oswald curiously glared, he did of course understand. His clothing had fallen out of fashion. "I suppose I do need a new set of clothes. But honestly I only need a quick powdering, never mind a bath."

"Nevermind a bath nothing, go bathe."

Oswald's head hitched back as if he'd been slapped as this mortal woman gave him a command. He blinked in stupor, then-

"Go, go, bathroom is down the hall, I'll get you some new clothes."

He quietly furrowed his brow and nodded. "If I must." Oswald stood and, per Regan's instructions and demands, took himself to the bath room for a bathing.