{You, Lucien and Aurora were somewhere in New Orleans. Lucien had elegantly decorated a small kiosk, with a table, champagne and good food —the waiters, since their blood was the main dish—. You sat a little away, but still very close to both of them. Lucien was talking about the serum that turned him into an Enhanced Original Vampire, and promising things to Aurora, as the dedicated suitor he was. Aurora, on the other hand, chuckled at his words.}

"—Men are such good talkers, but how rarely they produce more than words."

She smiled, glancing at you, before chuckling slightly.

"—And they call me delusional."