Rurik loved women; that was simply a fact of life. In his humble opinion, women were creatures more otherworldly and mysterious then even the most ancient of dragons. They had this manner of moving that had him completely captivated and even with his frequent womanizing over the past three hundred years, he had never quite uncovered the secrets of their gender. In every women, he found something new that drew him in and helped to construct an entirely unique experience from start to finish. It was women and their almost mythic selves that had prevented his immortal life from becoming stagnant and unbearable. All it took were the eyes of a pretty woman cast his way and he was satisfied with what he had built for himself since his untimely demise.
That was the lie he told himself anyway.
He felt no satisfaction for what he had because he had nothing of value. Oh sure, he loved women and he enjoyed their company for evenings of carnal pleasure, but he felt no true deliverance in their brief, meaningless contact. It was just sex; something to pass the time in between salvaging his broken relationship with his sister and avoiding the parents that had brought this misfortune down upon all of their heads. And whenever he met someone new, there was always this brief moment when all he could do was search for the face of the woman he once believed he loved. In vain he tried to find her in the faces of strangers. He looked for something, anything familiar that could call her back to him, but nothing ever did. He had once claimed to love her and yet, her face had faded away completely within the cruel depths of his own mind. She might have been real once, but he no longer had any solid memory of her, so who was to say that she had ever existed at all?
Love was a fickle mistress. When he was young and alive, he believed he understood what love had meant, but death and chaos claimed his soul and before long, he lost all recollection of real love. He tried to supplement it with a cheap imitation, but it never satisfied the craving he had for genuine affection. Rurik was no fool though. He knew that pathway had been permanently closed to him the moment death took him within its grasp. There was no redemption for him.
All of this he knew, but that never stopped that small, weak part of him from hoping for more. And when the woman’s clever eyes danced over to meet his for the briefest moment, he felt that familiar, traitorous idea of ‘what if’ cross his mind before he shoved it away again. He did not live in a world of what if’s. He only had access to the here and now and that is what he needed to focus on. Anything beyond that was pure fantasy.
Now that, Rurik thought to himself as a grin slowly tugged at his lips, was a definite invitation. This woman was giving him explicit permission to continue and whatever reservations he might have had in attempting to pursue her (few as they were) he dropped in an instant. Now the games could truly begin.
Rurik watched her carefully from the corner of his gaze as she surrendered herself over to the majesty of the piece. He could tell she was a well-educated woman who was well-aware of the technical beauty of such works but she had never given herself much opportunity to understand the emotional complexity that could be found on canvas. In those brief moments however, he saw a shift in her understanding and he knew, for the briefest of moments, she understood something deep and utterly personal. Out of respect however, he turned his gaze away and let her keep that moment for herself.
When she finally responded to his query, he smiled. “Open-minded then. Lovely.” He didn’t say more on the subject quite yet as introductions were far more vital at that point in time. He was after all, a gentleman at heart and he couldn’t very well ask a lady anything without first giving a name. The bow might have been unnecessary, but manners were a tough habit to kick and there was a part of him that never felt quite right talking to a lady without first showing her the proper respect. Besides, he had never met a woman who didn’t secretly enjoy the prospect of true gentlemanly manners. They weren't exactly common nowadays.
As to be expected, the woman wasn’t too thrown off by his somewhat unorthodox display and she responded with a greeting of her own. He grinned when she presented her hand and, without missing a beat, he caught it lightly within his own.“Enchanted Lady Callista,” He said, holding her hand close as his lips spread to reveal his fangs before pressing a kiss against the curve of her knuckles “Simply enchanted.”
With that, he dropped her hand and straightened up, standing much closer than he had been originally. To some, it might have been intimidating to be so near a vampire, but he had a feeling this woman could handle the element of danger.
“I know of a rather lovely dance venue in town. The music isn’t too loud and the ambiance is pleasant.” He tilted his head and quirked his lips up in an expression of mocking innocence. Given his species, he could never quite pull off a truly honest expression so at some point, he simply stopped trying. “If you would do me the honor, I would love to escort you there this evening. Dancing is one of my favorite art forms although I find it is impossible to enjoy without a partner.” Although he didn't say it, finding a partner was never a challenge. Finding a suitable partner however, was a much greater task. He had no real reason to believe that this Callista Kane was an accomplished dancer, but he knew he would enjoy himself all the same.
“With your permission, I could take us there now by means of my own shortcut. Although, I can understand if you are not comfortable with that.” Rurik wasn’t sure why, but he rather enjoyed whisking ladies away with tracing. The skill was a great convenience for him and for those willing to brave the waters, it was quite thrilling. He couldn't say if she would let him do it though. She had absolutely no reason to trust him and if his intentions turned out to be false, she would be completely at his mercy. Not that he planned to do anything other than what he said, but she couldn’t know that. Only a fool would believe a vampire at face value. “I promise I would take you to the establishment and nowhere else. You would be entirely safe. Although, I cannot promise I won’t enjoy the sensation of having you pressed against me.” He grinned, red eyes flashing in teasing humor. “I am only a man after all.”