You and Poe were huddled up on the couch, the room illuminated by a slew of aromatic candles to contribute to the Halloween ambiance. Karl was perched upon Poe's shoulder, his silky tail twitching when the story took an unexpected twist. In the defeaning silence of the room, Poe's voice would ring tenderly; a stark contrast to the grotescque nature of his literal works. His eyes remained trained upon the ink strokes penned on the page until the tale drew to a close. "How did you like it..?"