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Banshi appeared next to Michael, leaning against the wall beside him. "Hmm... Thought I smelled cigs on you." Taking out a tobacco pipe, she filled it, lit it, and put it in her mouth. It was dark stained cherry wood, with beautiful ivy carvings on the smooth dark shiny surface. After taking in a deep breath, breathing out clove smoke, she said, "Well, now we both gave into our urges." She took it from her lips, examining it for a second before putting it back in. "So, what more did you want to discuss?"

Banshi could not help but smile at his reaction, finding it rather funny. Raising her hand up to hold the pipe, she said light heartedly, "So, after being an on and off couple for oh, I would say... 200 years now, did you just think I was asexual or what?" Banshi was refering to how he had never seen an inch of skin below her neck line ever since they had met. Breathing in, she laughed to herself on the inside about this, somehow finding it funny.

Banshi's smile faded away quickly, silently and stareing straight ahead, she took a deep inhale of the pipe, closing her eyes and letting the warm, sweet smoke fill her lungs until there was no space left. Taking the pipe from her mouth, she thought, I like the cold... It is all I have lived with. She breathed out slowly, opening her eyes, watching the smoke dance before her face like ghosts and haze over her vision like a thin, temporary shroud. Clearing her pipe, Banshi dropped it in her pocket, and walked inside after Michael.

Banshi walked in. Looking around, she said, "No wonder your smoking again... You really need to get a hobby to do outside of work." There again, Banshi did not even have a room, she had been a vagabond for most of her life, and was content that way. Walking over to the bed, Banshi sighed and scratched the back of her head. "But you are good at what you do, and seem to enjoy it... So I can understand that." Turning around, she said, "Look. You wanted me here, I came. I can tell now you dont want me here, I could leave... Although, after being alone with your thoughts for a while..." Banshi looked like she was headed out the door, but instead, she closed it and then, the two of them inside the room together, turned to face Michael and leaned back against the door, crossing her arms. "You would worry, and go out to find me, or to do your work... Even drinks or smokes, those old vices, could not take your mind off it. And killing would just bother you more. So, go on ahead, say it." Banshi was not sure what the 'it' would be, but she wanted it out so they could do what they had to later on, and one less thing for her to worry about.

Banshi, in the blink of an eye, was sitting on the edge of his bed. Her arm arched over him, Banshi leaned over him, her hair falling down on both sides of them. The look on her face was serious. "Do you honestly think I would of showed you my scars, my pride, my crown of thorns, if that was all we had? I would of toughed it out, alone, like how I did everyday before I met you. I do not lie to our kind, but I do wear a mask of kindness, faith, and leadership to help them survive, and hopefully, thrive. Well? What do you think now? My mask is off, and the scars have been seen. I'm your leader, your friend, your protectress, your kin of kind, but your lover, too. Now, do I need to repeat myself or make anything clear for you, or do you get that I love you yet?" Banshi was frustrated he did not get that, and she wasnt going to bother herself with hiding it. The ultimate respect from her you could recieve, was her true self without any stops, on a bad day.

"I know you, Michael. It will haunt you until the day you die, and although not as long as it use to be, that is still a long time." Banshi now was, as usual, trying to reason with him. "Look, I am not gonna get killed. Hell, if I didnt die at my weakest, I wont die now. I dont make the mistake of over estimating anyones strength, certainly not my own. If I thought I was going to likely die in the near future, my action plan would be much different from this. But! I dont want anyone to screw up because I didnt prepare them, and have to live with scars like these." Banshi pointed towards her heart, then moved her hand to the other side of Michael's head. Leaning in closer, inches from his face, she whispered in a low tone, "I will ask you one last time... Do you trust me? Have I ever done anything to betray your trust, or the trust of our kind!? And if I have never done so before about the small things, why would I gamble our lives, our hearts, our very existance!?" She leaned in less than an inch from his face, looking deep into his eyes. "Do...you...trust...me?"

Banshi paused, and then, giving him a kiss on the lips, she sat back up on the bed, leaning her back against the wall. "Good." It has been a while since we last kissed. A little bit of blush was in her cheeks as she let out a sigh, pulling one knee up on the bed and hugging it against her chest. There were many issues they needed to discuss, but right at that very moment did not feel like a good time to rush it. She leaned her head back against the wall, and studied the light fixture above them.0