"Did I hurt you?" he asked, his concerned dismay apparent. "I'm sorry. I have no experience with... touching humans like that." Touching them without the intent to kill, he was going to say, but knew it would be better to explain everything first lest Vladimir get the wrong ideas. "Before I tell you, it's important that you know I haven't forced you to do or say anything. Although I do confess to influencing your mood, in order to help you relax. But I promise that was all."
This was a conversation better had comfortably face to face, without him looming over Vladimir, and so he returned to the gold sofa, sitting beside the raptor rather than disturbing him yet again by moving him. Despite his growing anxiety he had no obvious nervous tics, made no fidgeting gestures. He simply laid a hand on the raptor's snout, as much to comfort himself as anything. For the moment he actually forgot to continue making even those occasional small movements, to shift positions, blink, and breathe as a human would, instead remaining entirely too still for the first time in Vladimir's presence. No longer playing at being human.
"Do you remember what I said about Hufflepuff being the House for vampires?" he asked, smiling slightly, without humour. He really should have admitted the truth then instead of letting things go on. But at least they were clearing the air now, for better or worse. "I haven't meant to intentionally deceive you. Do you even know what vampires are? If the myths from today have survived into your time, then they are probably still similarly inaccurate, aside from our... dietary requirements. But, I don't prey on humans. In fact no one in my family does. This makes us very unusual even among our own kind... We are natural predators of humans, you see," he admitted, not seeming particularly thrilled by this fact. It took considerable effort to not look away from the Baron's face as he spoke, to not stare at the floor in shame.
Jasper paused then, waiting and watching for the Baron's reaction, for any sign of his disbelief or condemnation. He knew his explanation hadn't been eloquent in the least, but it had covered the pertinent basics, everything Vladimir should know in order to make an informed decision—either he'd want Jasper to leave now, or he may want more details. It was hard to guess which way it would go, even with what he already knew about Vladimir.
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Date: 2009-05-24 07:40 am (UTC)This was a conversation better had comfortably face to face, without him looming over Vladimir, and so he returned to the gold sofa, sitting beside the raptor rather than disturbing him yet again by moving him. Despite his growing anxiety he had no obvious nervous tics, made no fidgeting gestures. He simply laid a hand on the raptor's snout, as much to comfort himself as anything. For the moment he actually forgot to continue making even those occasional small movements, to shift positions, blink, and breathe as a human would, instead remaining entirely too still for the first time in Vladimir's presence. No longer playing at being human.
"Do you remember what I said about Hufflepuff being the House for vampires?" he asked, smiling slightly, without humour. He really should have admitted the truth then instead of letting things go on. But at least they were clearing the air now, for better or worse. "I haven't meant to intentionally deceive you. Do you even know what vampires are? If the myths from today have survived into your time, then they are probably still similarly inaccurate, aside from our... dietary requirements. But, I don't prey on humans. In fact no one in my family does. This makes us very unusual even among our own kind... We are natural predators of humans, you see," he admitted, not seeming particularly thrilled by this fact. It took considerable effort to not look away from the Baron's face as he spoke, to not stare at the floor in shame.
Jasper paused then, waiting and watching for the Baron's reaction, for any sign of his disbelief or condemnation. He knew his explanation hadn't been eloquent in the least, but it had covered the pertinent basics, everything Vladimir should know in order to make an informed decision—either he'd want Jasper to leave now, or he may want more details. It was hard to guess which way it would go, even with what he already knew about Vladimir.