Asael studied Dulce, there were times he couldn't read the Vampire. "I do," He accepted, watching Dulce walk a short distance away to the open space underneath a pear tree.
The uncertainty that was Dulce's past was something he couldn't keep avoiding if he got further entangled with the Vampire. It was something he would eventually have to uncover regardless of the risks.
Dulce easily had a makeshift fireplace ready, starting a fire right under the tree to roast the bird. He briefly went to the cottage with the bird and returned with it cleaned.
Asael waited patiently for him to bustle around, leaning against a nearby tree as he watched Dulce meticulously roast the spiced bird, its savory, greasy scent getting blown through the trunks of the trees around.
"Where did you learn to cook?" He asked curiously. Dulce was wealthy, he had no need to prepare his own meals, yet the Vampire was adept at it.
