To Meet a Vampire (Blake and Richard)

He tilted his head slightly as he listened. Oh dear, so it was a revenge for not writing...? How childish, even if cute in a way. Richard smiled a little, though it dropped as Blake went on, then slowly returned in a wry form. A bit of guilt churned in his stomach at being the one to offer Blake the drink, though he supposed that if his resolution was so weak, the man was bound to succumb to it sooner or later again. It didn't matter. Still, he looked somewhat thoughtful as he watched the teacher gather his papers. There would be no reading, it seemed. Good for Blake.

He raised his gaze to his face. "I understand that all too well..." He chuckled. "Well, it was a pleasure to meet you." While Blake's company was surprisingly nice, his departure wasn't unwelcome - after all, Richard had planned to spend the night alone. "I will see you later. Sleep tight." Giving the man a last glance and a smile, he reached for the book to return to the story he had started his evening with.