Vixaria dropped her hand as he let it go, stuffing it back into her jacket pocket. "Well I am glad you followed then", a small grin pulled at one edge of her lips. Nodding she answered him in a stoic voice, "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">yeah I did, they are henchmen for the mafia boss that plagues these streets. His name is John Alcone. Have you heard of him</span></b>?" Her cobalt eyes glanced around at their surroundings. She didn't like all the shadow spots that allowed for peering eyes to hide. Even though her eyes were perfect for seeing in the dark not even she could see in pitch darkness. Switching her weight again on her right foot. A cool breeze off the river blew past them, giving her a small chill. Even the undead can feel coldness. Sadly, she wasn't able to just go home. Vixaria had a duty to fulfill and now she had to get back to it. "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">If you'd like some company for a while, and since you obviously know how to handle vampires. Would mind joining me in my patrol tonight</span></b>", she asked. Granted to a normal human it might have sounded a bit off, but Vixaria knew this man had a good head on his shoulders and she could use an extra pair of eyes. Plus, he was rather handsome and easy on this eyes.