He was not what she had expected.  Roxie knew he had grown up here, but even that did not prepare her for his voice when he stopped singing and began to speak.  His accent was quite unique, even though she had heard it portrayed on human television she had never met someone who was Cajun before.  When he asked what her request for another song might be, Roxie looked like a deer in headlights for a moment, but she quickly covered the expression.  She had some exposure to human culture, since she had spent most of her time outside of the actual Sidhe courts after the death of her parents.  Still, it was as if her mind had gone blank and she could not exactly ask him to sing an old folk song like "The Skye Boat Song" or something she knew by heart.<br/><br/>Her considering drew her focus for a moment, and when she lifted her gaze again to give a suggestion, she realized the air seemed to have shifted around them.  A change had filled it, and though it was subtle, the situation suddenly felt all the more urgent to her.<br/><br/>"I was going to ask after "Riptide" by Vance Joy, but I almost want to ask if you would consider a more...private concert?"  A coy smile bloomed across her face, highlighted by the deep color of lipstick she wore.  She did her best to keep her gaze on him, but allowed her eyes to wander to those around them.  It seemed almost impossible that the King's men would already be here, but such a thing could happen.  Most of his guards were bumbling fools not used to missions such as this, not spies in their own right.  At first, Roxie thought she might just be paranoid, but the air continued to shift.  She looked to Ayren, wondering if he could innately sense the shift himself.  Even if he had not grown up among the fairies, he was still one of them, still blessed with the gifts of his parents.<br/><br/>She tried not to let her concern show on her face.  She needed him to believe she was a young, attractive woman who was very interested in getting to know him better.  It would make getting him out of this place so much easier if he chose to come with her willingly.  Even if he did not have control of any magical gifts he might have, that did not mean they would not rise to defend him were she to try to knock him out or use magic to subdue him.  He was not the first fae to be raised by humans she had dealt with, and so often their powers and abilities were not dead, just raw and untrained.  They were like a wild animal, powerful and unpredictable.  As she waited for him to answer her invitation of something more private, she caught sight of a man coming toward them out of the corner of her eye.<br/><br/>He was bulky, not a member of the Winter Court, though she had no doubt this man served its king.  Though he appeared fully human to those around him, if she let her gaze go unfocused, at this distances he could see what he truly was.  One of the sluagh.  A creature of nightmares.  It now made sense why he had managed to find the lost prince so quickly, because he was not one of the dolts that the King kept close to him.  She needed to get Ayren off the street and away from this creature.  She could only make out bits of his body in the peripheral edges of her gaze, but it was clear that this creature was one made of darkness and fear, something that could easily take and kill someone like Ayren, unprepared for the magical world as he likely was.<br/><br/>"It may sound odd, but I'd love to hear more somewhere with better acoustics. The house I'm renting, a few miles out of town, it's got this lovely tiled patio.  Perhaps we could get some food and you could tell me more about your music, yes?"  Roxie was very glad she had rented the house in addition to the room at her hotel.  It was a tactic she had borrowed from human spy novels, the idea that she should have a back, a safe house of sorts in case things went poorly.  Now she had to wait to see if he would come of his own choosing, or if something much more perilous was about to happen.