The moment the words "It's a date then," left Adam's mouth, Priscilla froze.
Her dainty hand, mid-gesture, paused near her chin.
As her crimson eyes blinked once. Then twice. A delicate flush rose to her cheeks, sharp against her pale, doll-like complexion.
"I—I beg your pardon?"
She stammered, voice cracking like thin porcelain under heavy pressure.
"A date?!"
Adam tilted his head with a mischievous smile, golden eyes gleaming with amusement beneath his lashes.
And to gaslight her into accepting his offer.
"I mean we can hold hands too, like I don't feel any Astrum particles leaving my reserve. I know vampires at least vampires of the noble status and beyond can sense Astrum, even better if close enough or in direct contact with something that has it... So um... Maybe if we hold hands you can sense mine seven better, when we go text out my new powers, what do you say."
He offered her his hand, small, soft, unassuming.
