Slowly, Dracula pulled away from Lilith, a warm smile on his face.
"Eat your breakfast now," Dracula urged, his tone taking on a practical, almost fatherly quality as he sought to nudge Lilith into action. "You don't want to be late for work."
Lilith bit her lower lips as she flustered her eyelashes, nervously. "Hmm." She mumbled, unable to fully utter any audible words out of her mouth.
Dracula led Lilith to take her seat at the dining chair, and then he offered her the breakfast that he had prepared for her.
Quietly, Lilith ate her meal, and then she rose from where she was seated. "Umm, I have to freshen up," Lilith whispered.
Dracula nodded, as he watched as Lilith made her way back to the bedroom.
Lilith made her way to the bathroom, her steps purposeful as she set about the familiar routine of bathing.
