Dark eyes opened briefly as he took a long, and drawn out drag of his cigarette. He could see her in her entirety. Her voice was something unique, but he could catch the slight wind about her; Not her scent, but rather the energy she was giving off. Best to play it safe with this one. He wouldn't hear the end of it from Vitani if he got himself tangled up in a mess of sorts...
"Well, that depends on context naturally." He spoke with his English accent coming through greatly, but it of course was natural for the English Charm to come through his honeyed voice.
"I could be looking for trouble, or I could offer it. Depends on what said trouble is. If it involves my eyes becoming marbles then I must politely decline."
Another drag of his cigarette, and a few smoke rings later. He flicked some of the cherry off onto the concrete and then looked at the woman.
Mor... Must have been short for something or the other. Braxton had a mind what that was short for but, he thought it was better to let the details marinate. He did give her a gentle shake of her hand and then gently released it. Good thing he had the cigarette pointed away from her. He could tell that she wasn't too much of a fan of these cigarettes in particular. The taste and smell never bothered him though. But perhaps if he really paid attention, he might know that these were pretty generic and boring. Nevertheless, his last puff was taken and decided he'd pull out one of his more fancy cigarettes. The normal container was stashed away in his coat, and instead pull out a gold case. He opened it as he walked beside Mor and pulled out this rather dark wrapped cigarette. It had a sweet aroma to it and the bite of tobacco was still present.
"Apologies if it's too much for you. I smoke out of habit... And because I can; Immortality and all that." Was that right? Maybe. The Brit didn't really seem to know.
All he knew was he tried to be respectful and not blow smoke in the faces of people around him.
"So you want to know about the figure that I answer to, yes?" The smooth Fae raised a brow as he walked beside the dainty woman.
"Well for starters, I can tell you she is quite a high class figure. Boujee if you prefer the term."
Load of garble, some would say about Vitani. No one would have that much class and money would they?
"She rubbed off on of course; Always made sure her staff saw to my outfits and fittings and such. She never wanted me to be drab, even though my life as a soldier and such in the Colonial Period was less than stellar."
There was a slight huff of annoyance under his breath as he lit the very expensive cigarette and puffed on it as the flames from his lighter ate away at the paper and filling till it fully ignited. Careful not to blow the smoke in Mor's face, he blew in the other direction.
"Needless to say, I'm quite a distinguished fellow. As for the Lady? Same. Like most people she has questionable methods- Rather some would say. To me? Not so much. I've no room to judge. I've done my fair share of illegal activities and general villainy."
What a mouth full that was. He'd save the juicy details for later. For now, he'd wait.
"Well enough about me Mor, why don't you enlighten me about what we have going on here? What are you doing?"