The vibrant red of his shoes were almost entrancing - in the horrible sort of way one stared at a horrific car accident. The crystalline hue of her gaze seemed incapable of not focusing upon them, even as she informed their wearer that the shade was hardly becoming of his pale skin. The contrast was too great to be truly fashionable. Her very utterance of her clearly superior opinion seemed to bring a bubble of laughter to the man's lips, one that saw her own perk upward in a small simper.
Aislinn watched as his lip twitched, those fangs surely itching to present themselves. His control, it seemed, was far greater than the maiden was inclined to give him credit for and slowly, her head rose as a soft 'hmph', echoed within the back of her throat. The unicorn was careful to step around him, altogether oblivious of how terribly wrong she was in the pathway she had chosen, though she was equally as ill inclined to admit that she was incorrect in anything. What she didn't anticipate, however, was that frigid voice that smoothly echoed within her mind, the very one that made the woman stop suddenly in her tracks. How well she understood those words, even if the language wasn't one that had graced her ears in far too long. Still, her lips pressed together as she pivoted abruptly in her place, the heels of her boots echoing against the cobblestone underfoot. Aislinn paused again in front of his taller form, one hand was placed upon her hips as she fearlessly pointed a single finger at him, wiggling it almost dismissively.