HDXD: Omni Harem System-Chapter 277: Romantic Dance

For a while the private dining chamber was quiet.

Too quiet... To the point awkwardness was starting to seep in. This was not Adam's first date, but when it came the eccentric and weird like his dearest sister across from him. It might as well indeed be his first date.

But still, the awkward quietness aside, this was nice, really nice, all he wants in life is to spend as much times with his girls for as long as he remain in this world.

As such only the faint churns, and hums of the tower's inner mechanisms echoed through the walls, as the soft and sweet scented candles lined the long table, their flames swaying in unison with the couples breathing.

While Adam just looked at her with a smile, Priscilla sat across from Adam, her posture unnaturally stiff, her chin slightly raised as if she were trying very hard not to look impressed. But in reality she was just trying to mask her nervousness and embarrassment.

The table before her shimmered with pale silverware and plates carved from decorative glass wear. Steam rose from a pair of crystal cups filled with a faintly glowing liquid, wine that was not quite wine, but something older, in the sense that it was not something a human could drink without consequence but something are better left unsaid.

Adam leaned back in his chair, watching her. He didn't eat anymore, the food was delicious but it was not his cup of tea, he preferred when Rakasha cook monster Meat more than these guys, but he didn't want to come out as ungrateful or not thankful for the meal.

But he watched her fork hover awkwardly, poking at the strange glowing fruit on her plate, finishing the last of it.

But like him, if was only half eaten.

"You're not going to eat?"

He asked.

"I… I am...

Priscilla said quickly, her tone defensive, cheeks puffing slightly.

"But I am not a heavy eater, I would much prefer blood, like most vampires do, but my taste in blood is rather hard to meet."

He smiled, resting his chin on his palm.

"Hmmm, how so!?"

"Kaka, well for starters all vampires have an acquired taste of sorts."

She said, trying to sound smug but failing halfway through the sentence.

"Mine specifically speaking is the blood of royalty, or noble born, I love to taste of blood that is rich and spoilt, it usually taste like a Marshmello, or well cooked meal serve on a platter for the most elite of the elite ahhh... Just thinking about it is making me hungry for it now."

She said with a smile.

Adam seeing this chuckled quietly. The sound filled the chamber like a soft vibration, steady and low.

He reached forward, fingers brushing the stem of his untouched glass.

"I guess that's why you like that taste of Clara's blood!?"

"Oh yes, that one was of a noble house before you ressurect her with necromancy right!?"

"That she is indeed, Clara was royal knight, and elite guard of the King of France at the time in the 12th century a decade short of Joan D'arc from what I understand."

"...ohhh, I see, that would explain her accent and rather weird way of speaking, despite living in the same house as her, I hardly even spoke to her despite going as far as to train her myself."

"Is that so?"

Adam responded, the he continued with.

"Well for what it is worth, don't feel bad about it, that child is rather soft spoken, she hardly speaks if it is not me."

"I have noticed though, her work is really good, she has really embrace the position of head maid, to the point Echidna shut down Roland and remade him to serve a different task now."

"...Poor Roland, I kind of liked him."

Adam said with a sad tone and which Priscilla continued.

"He was kind of getting old anyways, sooner or later he would been shut down and replace."

"I see, a pity, but he has serve the family well."

"Very well, I was there before I even joined it. Truly one of the greatest golem's I have ever seen made, although he seems real, feel real, and act real. In actuality he isn't really alive just so smart and self adapting he comes off as such."

Explained Priscilla, as Adam smiled softly.

"Well for it is worth, I will cherish my childhood memories with him. He was a good mentor to the very end."

He leaned back again, the dim light catching the faint trace of gold in his pupils.

"Still it is kind of getting full now don't you think!?"

"Hmm?"

Priscilla groaned, as she look around, then at her table, both of them where done eating at this point as well.

"The Gala doesn't start till midnight, so we still have time, however I don't know what we should do next, the meeting Mordux went far quicker than I imagined."

She admitted.

As such the atmosphere became dull between them for the most part.

"We could always try and look for clues as to when those cultist fucks will attack if you want."

Adam merley looked at her and chuckled, as he said.

"Truueeee... But I don't want to do something so dull, beside we can take care of that, after we have our we time alone."

He said to her, causing Priscilla to blush again.

Then she huffed, setting down her fork and crossing her arms.

"…You're being weird again... T-There is no We in this...

Adam laughed at her embarrassment, a genuine chuckled that escape his lip.

"Hehehe... Then I'll try something else."

"Haaaa!?"

Priscilla said as she looked at Adam.

A breeze swept through the chamber from from the darkness of the void strangely enough, as Adam rose from his chair.

"…What are you doing?"

She asked, watching him warily.

He extended a hand across the table, presenting it to her as he said

"Something to passed the time."

"... Really!?"

"Yes."

His tone softened.

"Dance with me Prisci."

Her expression went blank.

"Ha!? Wha...here!?"

She said shocked, as she was taken by suprise by the gesture. As such Adam continue by responding with a confident...

"Ye here, right now at this very time and moment, if we are going on a date might as well make it memorable right."

He repeated calmly.

"And beside why not... We used to dance alot when I was a kid."

"This is a dining hall, not a ballroom!"

Priscilla argued while blushing even more.

"Then let it be both."

Was Adam's honest response. She opened her mouth to argue, and stopped when she saw his eyes.

They weren't teasing now. They were warm. Patient even.

'Sigh, why am I like this, he is clearly trying to make this fun for me... I really need to be more open with my feelings, if I really am going to confess to him tonight.'

As such a deep sigh escaped her lips before she could catch it, and replied.

"You really a weird one I swear."

Adam only smiled.

"So I've been told many times."

Priscilla stood reluctantly, brushing a strand of blond hair behind her ear. Her dress shimmered faintly, as she grabbed her hand, and Adam hold it.

"…Fine."

She whispered softly, slipping her smaller hand into his.

For a brief instant, she flinched, his skin felt both warm and cold, as though two opposing states existed in the same breath.

Adam stepped closer, his form subtly shifting, shoulders narrowing, height adjusting, eyes softening until he matched her perfectly.

No bones cracked. No grotesque transformation, he looked the same just re-size to be the same size as her.

Priscilla's eyes widened slightly.

"Did you really just change your height to dance with me."

"Of course how else would I look in your beautiful eyes as we dance."

Her face reddened instantly.

"...Ahh shut and let's get this over with."

He chuckled again, guiding her gently toward the open space between the table and the walls.

Beyond them, the endless blackness of the tower's outer world stretched out, dotted with distant lights drifting like souls in the void.

No music played, of course, but that didn't stop them.

Adam placed a hand at her waist. She stiffened again, eyes darting aside.

"Relax."

He said quietly.

"You'll make me think you don't trust me."

"If your curious... I don't trust you!?"

He laughed under his breath.

"Then at least pretend."

"I am pretending!"

Adam looked at her loss and sighed while saying.

"And you call me the confusing one."

"..."

Priscilla didn't respond to that statement but surrender her body to Adam.

They moved slowly at first, awkwardly, like two ghosts learning what touch meant. His steps were smooth, guiding, while hers were cautious and rigid, and that was only because she was nervous.

In reality Priscilla was far more better dancer than Adam.

But as thet keep on going, she started to get into it even more.

Her hand found his shoulder naturally. Their movements aligned, one heartbeat at a time, as they move in sync.