A Game Of Chess With A Vampire

"Huh?!" Valentine snapped out of his drifting thoughts. He glanced at Draven and smiled innocently.

"Nothing." He shook his head, cackling softly.

He cleared his throat and proceeded to explain, "So, as I was saying, you do need to be romantic to make a proper apology. An apology without a bit of romance is often...urgh!"

"Oh..." Draven gradually nodded his head. "I see. So how do I be romantic while I apologize?"

Valentine began to chuckle to himself. "Well...ahem! It’s not very hard."

"It’s not?" Draven asked.

Valentine shook his head. "Not even one bit."

"Draven, have you ever heard of something called a date?"

"A...what?" Draven drew his head back, bewildered. A date? The fruit date? Or... could it be something else?

Valentine face-palmed himself. "I really have a lot to teach you!"

"Can you tell me what a date is?" Draven implored. "I’ve never heard of that before."