She glanced up at him in return, giving him a pleased, contented smile, enjoying his presence. This was all she wanted from him, within the guidelines that they'd discussed. His company, his protection, and the freedom to explore more of the world. It was wonderful, and she wanted nothing more. She couldn't imagine anything else in the world to want, though the thought brought Carmilla's face to her mind. Carmilla always seemed to be able to find more things to want, and Lenore worried when that would stop. Perhaps it was a desire that would always grow to press against its boundaries, and always want to grow a little more beyond.

That was half a world away, left behind with their other problems. For now, there was nothing on this side of the world more important than shopping for hair pins.

She remained close against Dracula's side, always following his lead. At most, she pointed to draw his attention to where she wanted to go, and then let him set trajectory and pace through the crowded market. It was an instinct for safety rather than out of submission--her mind balked at the prospect of taking even a step away from the shelter of his presence.

Browsing through a display of beautifully carven combs, Lenore tried a few of them against her hair, deciding how she liked the color against the red locks. She drew a handful of curls forward in order to do this, simply assuming that there was no available mirror, since the vendor had none to hand. "What do you think?" Lenore asked, modeling a comb carved from a wood so dark as to be almost black.