Avelina nodded.
"Yes. Most mafias and tattoos are like the numbers five and six." She chortled. "It's surprising that you don't have one."
"Avelina, I personally have no reason to draw things on my body. I wouldn't say they are very nice nor would I say they are terrible, but I will say it's a waste of my time," Draven said, his face crumpled in distaste.
"Oh…" Avelina did not hide her surprise.
Despite her disdain for the vampires, whom she saw as devilish and cruel creatures, she couldn't deny that Draven was an exception despite knowing him for such a short time.
He had this certain rugged charm that she couldn't seem to decipher. His direct, domineering style as well as his straightforwardness leaves her rather intrigued by him. It sort of leaves her subconsciously drawn to him sometimes rather than afraid, as she should be.
The bath went on for a few more minutes.
