Snippet #1850547

"I am Audrey Jamenson, it is nice to meet you," she introduced herself, trying to reign in her humor but a hint of it slipped into her tone, she hoped that he wouldn't take it the wrong way.


"Good evening sir. How are you this evening?" she asked.


Emil's attention was brought out from his small reveries, as he eyed the two that appeared before his place in the room. An automatic smile that came easily was brought to his face. "Evenings," he replied, keeping his greeting short. "It's lovely to meet you two," his slight accent laced each word. "Representative of the nightwalkers, better known to you as Vampires. Emilo von Layre." He held out his arms from their crossed positioning to allow a hand to be shook. His feet were still propped onto the table though.

He observed the two, each having their own pretty appearances, but he was fixed on their formal dresses. It had him pondering. "You're both quite prettied up. Were you hoping to make a lasting impression?" Despite how oddly put and rudely he worded it, he kept a friendly smile. "Oh, not to offend or anything." Emilo felt quite natural and casual as he spoke, seeing as these sorts of things were common, he perfected a tongue of silver that easily conversed when needed. He took his feet off the table, and then stood with a natural grace. Only to give respect to his new conversation partners, and possibly future wife.

Let the games begin.