Putting it mildly, it was a relief to him when he noticed her posture relaxed a little, her tenseness easing.  Aaron reckoned saving her life had a lot to do with this.  Still, she had no idea what his intentions were.  In fact, he didn’t know of his<i>own</i>intentions.  All he knew for sure was that there was no way he’d stand idly by to watch her die at the hands of scummy vampires.  Never mind that she was also a complete stranger to him, and vice versa.<br/><br/>That stranger status, however, was about to change, as she introduced herself as Vixaria Allyena, with a hand extended.  A gorgeous woman with a name to match.  Will you get over it, you fool, he silently chastised himself.  It’s not like you’ve never seen a smokin’-hot female dressed in all black before.  Contemplating this, he had to admit, not lately anyway.  He took her hand and shook it firmly, just as his father taught him all those years ago.  “Aaron,” he replied.  “Aaron Zadina, and the pleasure is mine as well.”<br/><br/>Releasing her hand (finally!), he continued, “And you’re very welcome, Vixaria.  You might say I have a borderline, uh, hatred for vampires, so my choice was clear.”  Aaron paused, as he watched her weigh his words.  “Did you by any chance recognize any of them?  I do not believe it was by pure luck that they happened to be in the same café as you.”