The dark haired fae was aware of her, not that she had been cautious in her approach. It was not her intention to sneak upon him and give him a fright. He would have known if she had, much too late. Besides his cloying smoke and his blue eyes, the most notable thing was his voice that held a potent English accent. He spoke with caution to not give himself away, quick to deny her access to his eyes, the denial caused her to incline her head. She didn't even say anything about claiming them. Did she scare him? Already? His rejection only drew a smile to her lips, a practiced smile that kept her lips perfectly sealed like there was so much she knew and he didn't.

He drew his cigarette to his lips once more, inhaling deeply as if he liked the feeling of that putrid smoke burning his lungs before puffing it out into rings that caught her eye. However, it was mention that they could find trouble for them both. Hmm. He didn't even know her brand of trouble. Just as she was about to open her lips to speak, he spoke again, this time, his cigarette dangled between his lips, bobbing distractingly as he spoke.

He claimed to know what human's form of trouble were and claimed his form was different. How she didn't believe him. Liar, liar pants of fire. She said nothing of it as he mentioned that his version was merely waiting around a bar to see who would approach. Oh how she wanted to burst out laughing! He was funny. Wasn't that boring? To wait? Wasn't it better to act instead? Perhaps being an immortal gave them time to spare. "What you are describing to me sounds a lot like bait." A fae that waited around to be approached? He had to be. Was he fishing for danger? Was that his true form of fun? There was nothing more dangerous than to throw yourself as bait into an area ripe with hungry fish. "And bait's purpose is wait around until they are bitten." She added both casual and pleasantly.

It was with another pull that he finished that current cigarette, tossing it to the ground before he lit up another. Was that his form of protection? An attempt to block the predator vampires of his smell? Because he didn't seem to savour the flavour, did he even like it?

The dark haired fae then claimed he wished to follow her around to see what she did in a night. Like a puppy? No one had ever offered to be her puppy before. Her lips began to tug and quirk up at the corners, the first sign of a true smile. He claimed she was mysterious like his master? No girl wanted to be compared to another girl, no matter the context. He didn't smell of other vampires, nor held their mark. Yet if he was owned, where was she? Why did he wish to follow her around if he served some other being?

"I will let you have a little looksie. If you can keep up." What would she show him? She wondered. Anything of note? Not that he would know anyways. They were truly strangers to one another.

"But I will borrow your eyes for a while regardless of your consent. Besides you gave me permission." After all, he wanted to a glimpse of what she would do, did he not? He didn't entirely agree, but he wasn't so keen on context, so she got a little creative in her understanding of doing what she wished to do. The vampire locked eyes with him, as if studying the fae for a moment, curious if she might sense fear before her affinity began to take hold. It was easy to take on those other attributes, to become someone else or a mash up of all the things she liked. Those electric blue eyes were replaced in an instant, into a perfect replica of his own, but within her doll-like porcelain face. She wondered if he was astute enough to notice.

Just as she was about to pivot and lead them someplace other than where they stood, he snared her attention with the mention of introductions. So very formal. So very few people were formal like that. Although he puffed out another cloud of smoke that caused her to wrinkle her nose. Was that truly necessary? Cigar smoke smelled better than this. He offered his hand that she eyed. Did he wish to shake like some kind of business transaction? Or would he kiss it like the lady she was? Certainly he would not try to do so with a cigarette in his mouth. That would be a first.

"So charming! Well, Braxy.. You can call me Mor." She politely offered her dainty hand, dainty like the rest of her. A lyrical giggle left her lips as if found something funny, tempted to pluck the cigarette from his lips. He was getting very gluttonous. Can't let your puppy have too many treats and yet who was there to stop him?

"Follow me, Braxy. While we walk, you can smoke more and tell me all about your master, this person who owns you. This time... with a little more context."