"Freya, and yes please,"
Schuyler kept his back turned to her as he poured her a drink. The vampire smiled. For the first time, in centuries, he smiled,
"Freya...Goddess of Love..." The irony of her name was not lost on him. It was a name of his home land, a place he hadn't been in centuries.
"Freya, Lovely name, is that your real name or is that for this job?" He knew he sounded like a dick, but he had not choice, the less interested in him she was the better. He knew it would be difficult, she was headstrong, when she wanted something she went after it, she always did, so there was a good chance she would come back.
He turned around and handed her the drink, again his face impassive. He allow his fingers to brush against her soft skin, just to touch her again, but she would only see it as a mistake.
Sorry so short.