Dreams of nostalgia floated along the river of slumber after hauntings of the wake. When was the last time she dreamed? Too long. Far too long. The woman twisted the silk sheets around her and buried her face into a pillow. Spicy cologne embraced Klein into a state of drowsiness. Meanwhile, the pattering of water sounded through the room, and she opened her eyes. Mumbling escaped her lips as she started to pull the sheets; however, Klein noticed the color was different. The woman squinted at the fabric as she sat up. The straps of her nightgown fell off her shoulders. Grogginess faded away as she pressed the blanket against her cheek, and she looked at the entrance to the bathroom. The sound of water stopped. After some moment passed, he walked out with droplets that stuck to his skin. Their gazes met as he stopped near the bed. She gawked at him and blinked several times. The vampire then smiled as he began to remove the towel.

"Y-You..." Klein's face flushed; she used her hands as a makeshift cover. "I didn't ask for this."

"Pfft...So the girl knows how to be embarrassed."

The response stayed in her mind while she heard the rustling of clothes. At the sound of his clearing his throat, Klein peeked. He wore his typical attire, but she spied water still on his hair. He handed her a towel. She blinked as she took it from his hand. Nevra sat on the edge of the bed, and his back faced her.

"Care to return the favor? It is a privilege to have a sleepover in my room," he said.

"I don't remember you telling me that."

Klein moved toward him and dried off his hair. He tried to be cute at pestering. Out of habit, she hummed a particular song before she stopped, folded the towel, and placed it to the side. No water droplets left; with a pleased expression, she clasped her hands together.

"Done. Anything else?" she said.

He leaned back so that his head rested in her lap. Klein let out an exasperated sigh when she saw his grin. Her fingers gently tugged on a few strands of his hair before Nevra stopped her.

"I could get used to this. Special attention during the day and night."

"Doesn't this happen with all the girls that come here?"

"Who knows? Besides, you haven't even joined me in the shower for a while now."

"I'll politely decline, Dracula. You have mistresses far more entertaining, no?"

The vampire sat up and stretched prior to facing her. She allowed him to pull her close and nuzzle her neck. It wasn't the first time he showered affection and charm nor was it the last. Klein closed her eyes and slowed her breathing when Nevra rested his chin on top of her head. He began to comb his fingers through her hair, and she unconsciously pressed herself closer in response.

"I don't remember spoiling you this much. Not that I mind, of course. I wonder why," he said.

"Cast a spell? Put something in your wine? I can guarantee neither happened."

"Hah, so it's natural?"

She said, "No. You want to talk. There's only two reasons you'd be more touchy-feely: anxiety and-"

"You really are no fun sometimes. As if being called 'Dracula' wasn't more than enough...How are you feeling?"

"Fine."

"Is that it?"

She nodded. His smile disappeared; before she could react, Nevra pulled on her cheek.

"You know, I can't accept that sort of response anymore," he said.

A sigh escaped her lips as she moved his hand away. How bothersome...

"Um, well, I actually slept for once." Her voice softened. "Thank you."

She waited for a response. After a few seconds, he kissed her cheek and moved off the bed.

"It's a start. I'll put aside time for you later, all right?"