He met her gaze without a blink, “I was merely referencing what you found to be fun concerning another individual. I know not your usual relationship with her, nor what would prompt you to play such idle tricks on her, when you said:” He then spoke back to her, his mouth moving but her voice is what passed through his lips, quoting the exact thing she said moments before, “On more than one occasion, I may have enjoyed scaring her, true... but it's all harmless fun.” Before reverting to his default tone, “I am not intending to be passive aggressive, I am being direct. I don’t wish to know why you feel the need to do what you say you do. That’s not my place. I only asked a question, and wished to be as cautious as possible when addressing the young human. I would not wish to stir any further fear or hatred when I hold nothing against her. I would hope that she would not fear me, nor hate me, simply because I am not human. And if you are the reason for that hatred she holds towards any who frequent this place, can you blame me for thinking that be the case based on what your choice of pastimes you so happily shared?”<br/><br/>He stood from his seat and walked towards the bar, still his eyes on her. “You, my dear, have just about every male here with their unequivocal attention on you, and you alone. Sure, Hazel here is drawing some attention to herself with her barely unmatchable liquor consumption, but every eye moves back to you. You flaunt your assets every chance you get,” he gestured to her ever slipping skirt hem, “your expressions make men drool, thinking they’ve got a Chance with you should they pursue it. I would not be surprised if that is the reason you are named so.” His hand moved to the bar, placing it upon its surface as he stood directly next to her, “You play tricks on the unsuspecting, finding fun in others’ misfortunes.” He leaned in closer to her, leaving little space between them. “The others may not know what you are, but as I’ve seen the creation of all of their kinds, I have also seen the beginnings of yours. I know what you are, and I know from observation alone that you’ve taken your trickery much further than the norm for your kind.”<br/><br/>His face was now inches away from hers, his voice a low rumbling whisper, “if I had any question to ask you, what made you stray so far away from them?...” Despite his intensity, his voice seemed to hold an innocence in his question, as if he sincerely wished to know how one so pure could move become so corrupted in nature. But still, the distaste ran deep. As he spoke, his hand drew nearer to her bare leg, portraying the image of one just like the other men in the bar, as one simply looking for a lay. But as soon as his fingers touched her, one of which was adorned with an old iron ring, decorated with various etched glyphs of ancients beings past, a sadistic smile spread across his lips when it made contact with her skin.