The ominous wail didn't seem to faze the ethereally beautiful man. As soon as he turned his lovely amber eyes to the doorway, he turned them back towards her, a slightly bored expression on his ashen eerie face. Light felt alarm course through her body as she looked in the path to a lovely, well, more than lovely woman. Her black, curly hair was curled up gracefully as if it has always been so beautiful. Her electric green eyes were fixed on Light murderously. The man named Dante must have noticed her fright, because he looked at her with a slight smile on his pale face, and placed a long arm around her shoulders. This made the woman frown even deeper.
"This is Lucrestia." The man said with that same secretive smile, and then all of a sudden his smile turned into a frown.
"Is...something the matter?" Light asked quietly, staring at the slight imperfection of a frown on his otherwise perfect face.
"I just realized that I don't even know your name." Dante said with an air of ease, even as the black haired beauty watched them. Then, he turned towards the woman and with a wave of one of his long, white fingered hand, the woman disappeared.
"You want to know my...name?" She stuttered through these words, a result of his speculation and closeness. His arm was still wrapped securely around her narrow shoulders.
"Well, a name doesn't really mean that much. But it would be an easier way to address you." He said conversationally, and lightly tapped his head, as if to say "duh."
"My name is Light, Mr. Dante." She said warily, and looked at him from the corner of her eyes. His brows furrowed for a moment, and then smoothed out again.
"I wonder...how did you get such a strange name." he didn't seem to direct this question to her, but was talking to himself.
"My mother, died when I was born. Her name was named Aaylah, which they said meant "light bearer." So they named me Light." She attempted to explain this, feeling like brainless moron. She looked back over at the man and found that he was staring at her again, with that same small secretive smile on his lovely face.
"Well, Light, I have four other people, one of whom you just saw. And we really must talk." The mysterious man seemed to be worried, because his brow furrowed up again, and he pushed his brown hair out of his eyes. She faintly noticed that his hair was to his nose, and made him look kind of like a rock star.
"How old are you?" She asked curiously. He looked very young and vulnerable with his brown furrowed in consternation.
"I am twenty-five." He said, and looked towards her as if he were thinking very deeply.
"You don't really look twenty-five." Light said suspiciously and then moved a little bit away from him. He seemed to realize that his arm was still surrounding her, and moved it, sitting his chin in his beautiful hand.
"I don't look my real age." Dante said with a slightly ironic smile. Then, he moved his hand to her arm and pressed her forward.
