My dark companion considers the various goods on offer and finally selects a muffin. I pay for our goods and turn to back to fins her smiling. That pleases me, and looks well on her; softening the sharp lines just a touch.

Thanks. You wanna walk a bit? And I am reminded that she is mortal when she gives me her thanks. I think I suppressed the little shudder of my body at it. And give answer only to her other words. "Certainly, That would please me much." I turn us away from the stall of baked goods, holding out the muffin to her.

What do I call you?She asks and I can feel my smile returning at the more proper form she uses. "Dana," I tell her. "Call me Dana." My turn now. "And what shall I call you?"