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"I admit to being curious what difference it would make, though these days I imagine it rather hard to -find- said virginic soul." He joked, smiling wryly before taking a delicate sip of wine, savoring the taste for a long moment, eyes half shut like a cat contemplating cream before he swallowed. "mm."
It was a slightly guilty sound. Perhaps for enjoying such a drink in such company.
"If it's as good as this you'll have completely undone me." He noted, clearing his throat.

"I am!" Quinlan noted, enthusiasticly, hugging the purring orb, swirling ribbons for the cats enjoyment. "Can we get a kitty Erik? I like Aconite better than the Thousand..."

"The Thousand aren't pets. But I'll -consider-. A cat. BUT I have to be able to find my music where I left it for a -week- at least." He bargained, raising an hoary eyebrow.

"A Week?" Quinlan lamented, aproaching the table with an eager and curious look to the food, whose savory smell filled the small house. "A Week is a long time!!"

"Well a week is how long it took me to find where you put "The Fight of Derflerdermaus" So I think thats fair." Nihls pointed out as he took an deep breath to savor the aroma of the stew. "Mmm. It smells fantastic." For this especially he was grateful for his human side. The ability to enjoy this kind of fare.

"Yeah but a Week is still a long time..." Quinlan complained, sitting down in so much as he could. "Thats -forever-. Would you really teach me to cook?" He asked, intently curious. A week was a long time, he could learn a lot in a week. "Can I, Erik?" He demanded, turning his intent gaze on Nihls, who paused with his spoon halfway to his mouth.

"I don't know, can you?" He cleared his throat. "You -may-, but the rest is up to you. I think You'd be safe enough coming here..." He certainly didn't get an impression that she would harm either himself or Quinlan, though he'd been deceived before. He certainly wouldn't know if she were casting a spell, but he had to, at this moment, go on what his intuition told him.

"I'd like that." Quinlan noted, eyes flashing as he dove into his soup, watching Nihls out of the corner of his eye as the dhampir sampled his own stew, making another sound of appreciation as he ate.
He rather liked being here, it was a lot more 'freindly' than Nihls house, which, as Nihls had jokingly compared it earlier, was a bit of a mosoleum.The vampire that had seen him Tutored in the violin had provided it when he was old enough to have such things in mind, and he'd since then made home, such as it was. It was almost more of a strange museum of curiosities, full from attic to cellar with strange oddments collected over the years. At times it was facinating to search through, but as often as not, Quinlan lamented Nihls peculiar drive to become so grey as to become invisible, like the dust in some of the more remote corners of his house.
"This is wonderful!"

"Really?" Quinlan straightened up intently in his chair, then sunk slightly again. "You did most of it. It's really good." He noted, reaching for a piece of bread with his free hand. "Rituals? Is that like that monthly thing where girls are supposed to get all..."

"No." Nihls interupted, clearing his throat and breifly putting his spoon down with a clink. "It's not." Well he was pretty sure it wasn't. Where the devil had Quinlan picked up on th.... oh yeah. He'd been getting into his books lately too. Blast and damn it. He shot Bella an embarassed look as Quinlan sniggered around a peice of bread, clearly amused at Nihls embarassment.