death incarnate & night triumphant

It didn't take long for the Faerie Lord to realize the man before him could be described as nothing more than crude. Whether he was older or not remained to be seen, Andras curious as to how a faerie like him had lived so long. Staggering drunkenly through a shady neighborhood, his pointed ears on full display, it was as if he were begging for a Hunter to turn up so they could start a fight. A fight that would surely decimate the park they now found themselves in. Immortal battles were not to be taken lightly, he had seen immortal temper tantrums that had destroyed entire towns. Though, Andras hardly thought that this man was intentionally trying to pick a fight, perhaps he was just lucky. Something he shrugged off as his brows raise at the man before him as he continues to go on about the feral cats. He desperately wants to shake his head, but refrains, instead that cool, simpering mask remains on his face as he regards the faerie across from him. Andras hardly comments about the cats again, the little creatures not particularly fond of him as it was.

As his dark hazel eyes shift to the woman laying across the bench, his curiosity getting the better of him as he asks if he's going to call her a cab. The glare that is thrown his way merely has the High Lord simpering at him, his shoulders shrugging in a nonchalance sort of way. No, he wasn't accusing and yet, this stranger thought he was. Be what it may, he was beginning to realize this man seemed rather volatile, and whether it was due to the alcohol consumption or not... well, that remained to be seen. His answer is quick in response, Andras merely arching a brow in his direction as he gives a nod. He truly wouldn't have cared either way if he had arranged a ride home for her or not, Andras would have taken care of it after the man left. Still, the fact that the stranger had stolen from the sleeping human troubled him. A petty thing to do but who was he to judge? He had done some unquestionable things in his long existence.

His dark hazel eyes travel back to the meticulously dressed man, his pose mirroring his own; hands thrust into pockets. His question has a small smile stretching at his lips, though it wasn't entirely void of all warmth, it still was, perhaps a little dangerous looking. "Andras Stein, at your service," he responds, his lightly accented words easily drifting across the darkness. He wasn't entirely certain if the man had heard of him, though there were rumors that had spread across Sacrosanct of a Faerie Lord within the city. Of course, all those rumors were untrue, of the cruel king who held no mercy and yet, it was a defense mechanism. Let the world think he was a monster to keep his people safe; what he wouldn't do to keep his court from prying eyes.

The next question has a genuine chuckle falling from his lips. I suppose he was nothing more than a stalker in this man's eyes, "I make it my habit of knowing what faeries live in the city, who isn't apart of a court," he responds smoothly, tilting his head slightly, "There are rumors of dark faeries that have made Sacrosanct their home, faeries that have harassed my court and I intend to hunt them down," again, a casual comment though a threat underlaid his words as his dark hazel eyes travel to the man again, his hands failing from his pockets to be held loosely at his side. "You aren't one of those faeries who have harmed my court but perhaps you know of any others within the city?" He questions, Andras already having done his research on Boone Kendrick, though he hardly was about to admit he had, in fact, stalked the man. The man was an alcoholic, vulgar and seemingly allows looking for a good time, he hardly thought he was capable of hurting anyone within his court. Then again, he had been wrong before, though he was certain Boone hadn't been apart of Lani's abduction.

"I've offered my name, it's only fair you offer yours," Andras states, another smile stretching his lips, though this one is perhaps a bit more welcoming, now that he had deemed the male before him as a non-threat.

Andras Steinhello darling