"A futile question, given the pact we just made, wouldn't you say?" Brooke asked, taking Alexander's hand. The rumbling thunder-like thing just then had surprised Brooke, of course. She couldn't help but feel as though it was somehow tied to this mysterious man whom she felt strangely drawn to.

"Though, I suppose, if I am to be your muse, you'll have to know everything about me." She raised an eyebrow. How would that possibly go over?