With an inquisitive tone in his voice and a sharp lift of his brow, Dr. Clayton said…
"It appears I am here at the most opportune time; aside from your hunger, can I assume you are in a better state than before?"
His steps were muffled as he strolled over the Persian rugs in the chamber, removing his overcoat and suit jacket. With his right arm, he undid his cufflink and proceeded to roll up his sleeve.
"Sorry to be so impersonal. I would have drawn and given this to you in a goblet instead of from my wrist. However, I think our mutual understanding of what is going on here is quite clear."
He moved closer, watching in awe as Giselle's eyes flickered from a warm amber to a deep, fiery red. In a graceful gesture, Dr. Clayton knelt in front of Giselle and extended his bare wrist.
