He wouldn’t exactly say he had expected it, but neither was he surprised as seeing the vampiress silently as ever, with graceful movements crawling across his bed. “Oh, really?” He uttered, reaching out to lay two fingers under her chin, as if examining her before dropping the hand and letting her come closer instead. “I wouldn’t want to break such a pretty thing.” But of course he didn’t mind, instead pulling her closer by the wrist, delicate in his hand. “You’re lucky you’re a vampire, otherwise you’d break if I laid a finger on you. Actually, I take that back. You’d be dead.” He corrected himself, patting the spot next to him.
It was for the mere desire of pinpointing pleasure, whenever Ksenija found herself making her way into another being's bed. Regardless of qualification or not. But denying that the male she was now visiting was an endearing sight would be lying. It didn't dishearten her in the least, confident about her own beauty, of course. It was a simple task, sitting down on the bedside first, tossing her legs onto the mattress with agility before betting on her knees to crawl along the expanse of sheets. The smile curling at her lips was a small one, tinted by her lingering playfulness which had yet to subside, even after her many centuries of life. "Yes really." She responded as her motions came to a stop when his fingers pressed against her skin, letting amber orbs rest by admirable features until the digits departed. A hum slipper from her lips, almost immediately beginning to move once more but not getting all too far before grasped for and pulled closer. "One shan't worry about trivial matters, dearest. I'm used to more things than you can imagine. Vampire or not." A melodic little chuckle clung to her soft tires when moving across the remaining distance in between her and the spot the male had patted, soon settling with her head by his shoulder. "Oh? Well then, I suppose I am quite lucky."