"Your eyes are red," she whispered.

Hearing her voice startled me; I still wasn't used to the sound--deeper than I had imagined, but just as hypnotic. I'm pretty sure I said something stupid like "My what, hm?" and I'm fairly certain I saw her smirk a little at my stumble, but I can't seem to recall exactly what happened. It's been a long time since then.

"Your eyes are red," she repeated.

"..oh?" I responded, unsure of what else to say. I didn't know what to talk about, I wasn't sure what I was allowed to say, and honestly, I had always been better at listening than speaking.

Tentatively, I asked if it made me look like a monster. She told me that I was a monster, so it didn't matter what I looked like; even devils look like angels.

That one hurt.

I know that I killed a man in front of her, and I know that I bit her and scared the hell out of her no more than a week ago, but no one wants to be called a monster. No one wants to admit that to themselves. I'd thought it for years, but when she said it... I guess it became real.

I grinned at her. "So I look like an angel?" I teased.

She rolled her eyes. "You're a devil," she shot back.

"Believe it or not, I'm actually a pretty good influence."

"I'm sure you are."

"I'm sure I am too."

She glanced at me again and went back to writing, making sure to hide the paper from me and shift enough to show me the crucifix in her other hand. I ignored the second part.

From what I heard of her mumblings, it sounded like some kind of speech. A good one at that. 

We didn't talk after that. She wrote and kept me from leaving her quarters, which was actually a fairly large portion of the castle, so it's not like I was really trapped. I cleaned and didn't bother trying to escape, and that's pretty much how every day went for a few months.