What Kind Of Lady?

The confused Estelle looked at him oddly as if he had sprouted another handsome head on his neck. She tilted her head and although their distance was unnerving she began to relax as his upset mood seemed to have disappeared in a poof.

"You're not a vampire? But your eyes, they're red. Isn't red eyes a staple for vampires?" She inquired. She noticed though that his eyes were of a brighter shade of red, unlike most vampires who are still brownish red unless they are emotional.

"Please, these eyes of mine are of higher qualities. Vampires always pale in comparison when you compare their eyes to mine," Magnus scoffed.

"But if you are not a vampire… what are you?" She drawled and when she stare into her eyes she could see his beguiling charm. A smile then spread across his face and he crinkled his eyes.

"What do you think am I?"