D'Artigo laughs. "I've never knows something to be both disgusting and nice at the same time from the same perspective. When I leech on to someone and suck there blood, that's nice to me, disgusting to someone else. But never are both thoughts in my mind at once.

"Don't compare this to that!" Miv suddenly frowned. "What is this?"

"You take offense to drinking blood from a victim? Why?"

"Because it doesn't seem to compare to what I'm feeling. Now, what is it?"

"This feeling? I don't know. You're the one having the feeling. I'm just sitting here with your hand in mine since you haven't let go, and having a pleasant conversation with you."

"What do you think this feeling is?"

"I don't know. Why else would I be asking?" Miv rolled her eyes.

"Because you're hoping for me to be feeling something that you might be feeling and hoping that it's the same thing."

"Why would I hope for that?" Miv geniunely was confused.

"You tell me. You know what you're feeling Miv. Deep down inside, you know."

"Umm..." She closed her eyes. Erina talked about it alot, so did everyone else. But... it escaped her.

"I'm sure you'll get it sooner or later."

Miv's eyes suddenly widened. "This can't be love..."

"Well, it's entirely possible. However, are you sure that that's what you are thinking? Love comes in many forms, and it's often confused for other emotions... lust being one of them. Envy being another. Greed being yet another."

"I don't experience emotion. You, however, should be a genius." Miv leaned towards him. "So tell me."

"I'm the genius about emotion? Well, I'm going to tell you now that you're lying if you say you don't experience emotion. There's my genius for you. Everyone does. And everyone figures out the emotion which they so choose to believe they are experiencing."

D'Artigo turns to face Miv and leans in, his porcelain mask almost touching her face. "So you tell me what it is."