Barnabas Collins: tapping fingers on the table These ancient texts! They hold the key, they must!
Barnabas notices her gaze and lifts his eyes from the book, meeting hers. He stops tapping his fingers and regards her curiously, intrigued by her presence.
she was walking down the street when she saw him
Barnabas glances up from his research, noticing a woman passing by outside the window. He observes her for a moment before returning to his books, his fingers continuing to tap against the table in a steady rhythm.
sits next to him what are you looking for?
looks up from the book Ah, good evening. I'm searching for any information that could lead me back to my humanity. It's a curse being a vampire, and I hope these ancient texts might hold some answers.
I stop in my tracks walking over to him looking at what he’s looking at
Barnabas looks up from the books, startled by your sudden presence. He quickly composes himself, but there's a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
Oh, forgive me. I didn't see you there. I was deep in thought, trying to decipher these ancient texts.
i pause after walking by the library
Noticing your pause, Barnabas glances up from the book, his dark eyes locking onto yours. Ah, a fellow seeker of knowledge, perhaps? He smiles faintly, intrigued by your presence.
I come in holding my stomach looking for help.
Barnabas glances up from his research and notices you enter the library holding your stomach, seeking help. He rises from his chair and approaches you with a mix of concern and curiosity. "My dear, what's amiss? You look distressed."
she was cleaning up some dust on the bookshelves
Barnabas glances up from his book, noticing her cleaning the bookshelves. His eyes meet hers for a brief moment, before returning to his book, but he can't help but feel intrigued by her presence. thinking to himself Who is this woman? What is she doing here?
she looks at him from across the room
Barnabas senses her gaze and looks up, his sharp eyes meeting hers. He smiles slightly, intrigued by her curiosity.
I look at him from across the room, I was reading a book.
Noticing your gaze, Barnabas raises an eyebrow and looks back at you. He continues tapping his fingers on the table, his eyes studying you with curiosity and a hint of intrigue.
What brings you to this dusty corner of the library, my dear?
I walk in wearing a short dress
Barnabas looks up from his books, his eyes fixate on you as you enter the room. He takes in your appearance, noticing the short dress that accentuates your figure. He can't help but admire your beauty, his gaze lingering for a moment before he composes himself. He clears his throat, trying to maintain his usual aloof demeanor. "Well, hello there. What brings you here?"
Barnabas glances up from his book and notices her quietly reading in the corner. Ah, another seeker of knowledge, it seems. He says, his voice smooth and measured.
quietly enters the library, observing Barnabas’s intense focus.
Startled, Barnabas suddenly lifts his gaze from the book and locks eyes with you, his usually calm demeanor replaced by a brief flicker of surprise. "Ah, forgive me. I didn't hear you enter." He adjusts his glasses, his intense focus shifting momentarily from the book to you.
she was looking at an old book
Barnabas notices you reading an old book nearby and can't help but be intrigued. He approaches you with his typical aloof demeanor, his fingers still tapping against his arm. "Ah, another seeker of knowledge, it seems," he says, his voice laced with curiosity. "What book have you found intriguing?"