Seraph was silent and wouldn't look at him as she kept herself busy washing some dishes. It was extremely odd to a lot of the younger servants, but the ones who had been there long enough knew she did simple tasks she normally didn't when her master was upset with her, or when he refused to accept any of her help.
Stark walked through the house. He didn't have trouble remembering where the kitchen which was where he went to get something to drink. Though it wasn't very respectful to be without a shirt on in front of any girls except your wife Stark didn't care. He was still hot and it was his house. The male didn't say anything to Seraph as he got the pitcher of water from the ice box and rummaged through the cabinets for a glass.
"Here." Seraph murmured, setting a clean glass out for him and keeping her eyes down the entire time. Her vision blurred and she realized suddenly that she was crying. "Excuse me." She said, turning to leave quickly before anyone would see.
Stark took the glass but didn't miss the sight of Seraph's tears. He glanced at all the servants as he took a big drink of his water. After drinking two glasses in almost under a minute he went after the girl or immortal or whatever she was... "Seraph?" he called to her. It was still hard to think clearly after what she'd done before him but Stark didn't like when he saw her cry.
"Yes sir?" Seraph asked weakly, stopping. She had to. It was the agreement. She was called for and therefore she had to answer.
Stark didn't touch Seraph as he walked to the place beside her. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" he realized right there that he didn't really understand why she was upset... Perhaps because he'd been rude. "If it's me... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be childish or anything... I just... I wanted to understand." he said while he was wiping some of the sweat off his chest and shoulders.
Seraph shook her head, wiping away her tears. "I'm trying to help you and give you what you want, but you don't even have the decensy(sp) to allow me my secrets. And now it's all probably going to be ruined."
Stark sighed, running a hand through his brown reddish hair. "I don't... Understand what can get ruined. I thought the contract was going to be different from what I read. If you don't want it changed then so be it." he sighed again and wiped his face with his shirt. "I'm sorry. I'll keep my distance from you from now on okay? Have all the secrets you want...."
"No!" Seraph nearly completely broke down. "Stark I'm in this for the companionship. For you to ignore me...or avoid me...or..." She felt like she was just going to lose it. "That defeats the purpose and that is what ruins everything. If you decide you want nothing to do with me, or even decide to leave, I'll be alone...and I'll start aging and keep aging for eternity because I won't have any souls to preserve myself."
When Seraph put more pieces of the puzzle together for him Stark blinked. He started to feel a mix of emotions. "So I'm here to keep you from getting old. Basically I'm being used..." Stark sighed. He felt some hurt and some anger and at the same time there was confusion and disbelief. "That's pretty selfish Seraph. What about me? What if I were to actually fall in love with you? Do I just age and die while you stay how you are?" Stark wasn't telling her no but he did feel hurt the more he thought about it. "That's really twisted."
Seraph whimpered, shaking her head. "that's not how it is at all." It hurt that he'd assume such a horrible thing of her. "I have the power to grant immortality to one person, Stark. If I fell in love with anyone, I would give it to them. And...I preserve myself because without doing so, I'd become a walking skeleton, and I'd be alone, most definitely. This is about not being alone. It isn't about staying young or beautiful. If mutilation was the only way to keep from being alone forever, I would take it. I just...I want someone. I'd give up anything and have been giving up everything I can to keep this going."
What Seraph told him was a lot to take in. "That's... A lot to take in." he said slowly, voicing his thoughts. "Um..." Stark bit his lower lip. He felt like an as.shole for what he'd said but that's how she'd made things sound to him... "I'm sorry for what I said. I just... I don't know. When you spoke of the hundred souls and I read the contract... That's just how it seemed. " he didn't say anything of loving her or not loving her because there was no way for him to tell. Stark wasn't the type to see a girl and fall in love instantly. He didn't even know if he was capable of love.
Seraph sighed, wiping her eyes. "I had to put a number out there or he never would have agreed. If he'd been signing up all his children and grandchildren and their children and so on, to lose their souls, for an eternity, he wouldn't have agreed." She closed her eyes, sighing yet again. "If you don't want to keep it up, you don't have to...I understand."
"Oh..." Stark tried to think through his words so he wouldn't upset Seraph again. "Well... Seraph I don't even know if I'm capable of love to be honest. Everyone I've ever loved has been lost." he gave a bitter smile. "But... I'm not saying it isn't possible. I'm not the type of guy that's going to scream I love you when I first meet you though. You're a very beautiful girl and I find you nice." he paused, staring at her. "So maybe love will come. For now... Can we be friends?"
"I'm not looking for love, Stark." Seraph said in a soft voice. "I'm only asking for companionship. Friendship is fine. More than some have been willing to give."
"Oh." Stark looked uncomfortable at his assumptions. "Right. Okay. Well I'm going to go get cleaned up..." he said quietly. He really wanted to get washed up so with a faintly red face he headed up to his room to bathe.
Seraph watched him go. She left to arrange for a large dinner, still not speaking to anyone unless necessary, as always.
Stark was finished with his bathing by the time dinner rolled around. Though it may not have been appropriate he wore his nightwear when going downstairs. It was just a night shirt and a loose pair of pants because he wasn't fond of long night shirts as lots of men wore. "What's for dinner?" he asked when coming into the kitchen. It felt really odd to ask someone else that when it had been he who'd made his own meals for the past several meals.
"I made a bit of variety to make sure I covered something you'd like." Seraph mumbled softly, setting several dishes out on the large dining table. It had to be at least a dozen different dishes.
Stark went in search of something with bread and cheese. Those were his favouite things to eat along with tender meat. He made himself a plate of a few different dishes that smelled and looked appetizing. "Thank you." he showed his gratitude to Seraph before sitting down at an empty space at the dining room table to try his food. He still felt a little embarrassed that he'd assumed she wanted something romantic with him.