As he pondered upon it more, he began to consider a few things.
Could this hulking, weathered vampire truly understand the harrowing metamorphosis raging within him? Did he really grasp the scope of the turmoil threatening to tear Blake asunder from the inside out?
As if sensing the swirling doubts, Gunther offered him a lopsided grin, the expression reminding Blake jarringly of the carefree youth he glimpsed lurking behind his coarse exterior now and then.
"Enough of the brooding pontificating for one day, eh?" Gunther chuckled, rising fluidly from the bed with a sly glint in his eye. "I've got a proposition that'll do your maudlin soul a world of good: how's about we blow off this dreary safe house for a few hours? Give yourself a chance to blow off some real steam?"
