"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like... I just meant... I only meant that you are. I know... It's just... This is the first time we've spoken... I don't know you. I shouldn't have said that..." he stammered, flustered by the feeling of her cool skin on his cheek.
"My name's Martin. And yes, yes, I am. It's just... Could you be careful with that? Alex, the guy back there, well, I say guy, I mean vampire, wouldn't mind getting his hands on it, I'm sure," he gabbled. "And what's a waste?"
He looked at her questioningly, searching her eyes. She was still caressing the book, and she seemed stuck in memories.