hey, darling, darling.

"Well, it seems you've had your fair share of misfortune. What use would it do ot put you through anything more?" She questioned, adopting a soft smile to play across her lips.

       Such acerbic thoughts in the presence of a lovely lady wouldn’t do. He mentally pushed them away as he leaned against his cane.

She gives a twirl, letting the folds of her dress fly freely as she does so; a rather childish laugh passing her smiling lips.

"You're welcome to stay as long as you like." Her offer is accompanied by a slight of hand, as she dips into a half-curtsy, "So long as it's to your liking, that is." The volume of her voice raises, as though to show off the impressive echo that seems to catch on a never ending bounce.

{☾}— "I can only speak of it if it doesn’t bother you." An attempt to smiling made itself know at the corner of his lips.

"After all.. I may end up being what you think I am not."

"If that's the case, I do invite you to speak. It would make me so happy were I to offer a helping hand - regardless of the situation I happen to lend that hand to." A sort of morbid humor, she'd admit.

It had taken awhile to track her down. Perhaps something about the full moon had muddled his senses. He could feel her aura coming from multiple places, but it was here that he’d been most drawn to. And his intuition was rewarded by her lovely face.

How long had he craved for that gaze?

There were no contractors to collect from tonight. Difficulties had arose, but nonetheless he wasn’t on a completely empty stomach. After last month’s catastrophe, he’d gone to the dream charlatan, Alec, and bought a few to devour, just in case.

But that was of no importance. It was the human’s holiday of love, was it not? This would mark the first time he ever bothered to acknowledge it.

"Good evening." He bowed, nostalgia washing over him.

His lips curved into a gentle, teasing smile. "Can’t sleep, little Miss?"

A mistake.

It was obvious from the very beginning, the first moment in which he'd begun to speak. She could tell; she'd been assumed as someone else, perhaps someone that she shared an appearance with? 

And with such a smile;

Hm.

"No." She answered innocently, minimal in wording for sake of observation. It appeared that this being seemed to know her - or at the very least, someone who shared something about her - and she wasn't about to let such an opportunity go to waste, no. It was nothing new; tread carefully, cautious. Maneuver the information in such a way that your act became perfect.  

               He did look somewhat concerned — how DID he know? He used to be able to sense when other forces were at work, but… when did the ability become so strong?

       Ah, no matter. He would figure it out later.

       ”In any case, you seem to be doing quite well for yourself. I feel humbled in your presence.”

"Oh, it's no trouble." Her expression turns bright, "I'm sure you would have found out eventually." There's a giggle after her words that sounds almost eerie in context. Almost.

"Humbled? Oh, no, no. We're equals here, aren't we?" She tilts her head.

"… I didn’t request anything, miss." Eyes glance up, keeping his head low. "But, good evening to you, too."

"Anything." The laugh that follows is innocent, a gentle sound that somewhat resembles that of a bell, "I do whatever I can to help those that require my service." 

"Are you sure? I might surprise you." Her smile is kind, welcoming.