Kasmina didn't know of this man's internal struggle, but she did know of his kindness. She seemed to argue with herself over reconciling the idea that he was indeed a vampire with the idea that he was also a good man. If she'd known of his struggle, she likely would have made this leap even easier, for to deny ones self something they wanted in such a complete way was about as selfless as this world got. And at present, Sorin was a shining beacon of selflessness. As his lips brushed against the back of her hand, the young woman felt the same rush of energy she had the last time such a thing had taken place. Causing heat to rise to her face, her heart to beat a bit faster. What was it about this man? Was it simply the danger, did she appreciate the gamble? She couldn't quite place it, but something about their interactions stirred something within her. Made her fight against logic and reason. Kasmina's father the Baron Dacian seemed confused by the ordeal, as if there was something here, he didn't quite get, perhaps it was young love, it'd been too long since he'd experienced it himself for him to tell the difference.
But then, just as soon as it had started, it was over and the lad was taking his leave at quite the rapid pace. "And with you," the girl murmured. For some stanch reason, she thought this man could use a prayer, she wouldn't forget him this night. 'I wonder if he is really a vampire... and if he is... is it sacrilege to pray for him?' she internally questioned before pushing it aside. 'It matters not, it isn't as if I have plans to see him. It was simply what should have been said,' she mentally told herself. She found it in herself to be strong, and usher her still stunned father back into the house. "Come father, you should have some tea before bed. You'll catch a cold out here, and that wouldn't be good at all..." the young woman cooed lightly at the adult man who turned to follow her inside. "Yeah, you're probably right... that man is he, one of your suitors?" asked her father, curious as ever. The girl simply shook her head. "I would think not, but... what do I know, I wasn't under the impression that I was allowed to seek my own," she finished up her speech and their night would end as such with the girl doing her duty and taking care of her father, wondering about the Vampires she'd only very recently come to believe in. "If you are seeking Viscounts, who would I be to interfere?" Her father asked this question but it would remain unanswered as she closed the door behind them as they entered their home. It was hardly something she'd willingly discuss with him, given his own behavior. Nor did she feel inclined to mention to him that the Viscount Phantomhive was actually a vampire, for whatever reason, she didn't feel it necessary to sound any alarms. After all, even if he was a vampire, considering what he'd done for her this day, she could call it fair to keep his secret.
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