Blurred Associations

Orion sighed realizing it was no good. An inexperienced and introvert like him who is not good at words and moreover talking with a Vampire who is probably a century old and playing these games of words for decades. He had no chance at all, so rather than overestimate himself and tumble down in front of her. He should ask her out straight. 

Orion turned back and sure enough, she was perched on her one-seater sofa cross-legged and sipping a blood-red drink in her goblet. She was leisurely observing him. Her eyes looked at him like she was enjoying his predicament as a show. 

"I want you to help me."

Florence with a small smile raised her eyebrow and asked 

"Oh straight forward now. Good. But why do you think I would help you? "