Lost and Night is Falling (Phantom)

[Erik "Phantom" Opera]

Erik shrugged at her words. "I don't really think about being alone, I guess I've gotten used to it after all these years." He walked toward the hut and held open the door. "After you," he said with playful grin.
Quail rubbed against his legs, purring loudly. The cat was the color of brown leaves and his eyes were blue.

[Lady Lillian Nile]

Lillian walked into the house after Erik waved his hand. She looked at the cat who Erik called Quail. The cat had come over to her and was sniffing her foot. She reached down and Quail reacted, swiftly bit down on her finger. The brown cat's claws dug into her hands and when she pulled her hand away the claws cut deeper into her hand and the line of the cut lengthened until her hand was away from the cat's grip.
"Ow..." she muttered as the blood dripped down her wrist.

[Erik "Phantom" Opera]

Erik picked up the cat and put it outside, shutting the door with a bang. He walked to Lillian's side and held her wrist in his hand. He walked over to a chair and seated her there before going into a drawer and producing two handkerchiefs. He dipped on in water and cleaned the cut. Then he patted it dry and then he took the other and tied it tightly around her wrist. "Is that better?" he asked softly, concerned for her.

[Lady Lillian Nile]

Lillian nodded, looking up to meet his gaze. "Yes, thank you." The storm outside was raging and she slowly sat down on a wooden bench by a table. She looked around the house. Then her gaze landed back on Erik. She felt something and felt herself blush. She said, "You have a lovely home." She jumped slightly as thunder clashed. In fact she found herself jumping right off of the bench, startled. When she jumped up, she ran right into Erik. She looked up and stared into his eyes, she asked, placing a gentle hand on the white mask, "May I?"