A brimming shark tooth grin slowly settled into mere amusement. Those strange bloody pool-like eyes shifted to trail off down to the glass of rum. Certainly Ziggy would feel a certain sense of relief having that dangerous attention moved off her persons. Though it was pretty obvious that she had forced Theo to reflect upon things that had not yet crossed his mind. Even a sloth might have outpaced him. Yet, eventually he would raise his gaze back to level on the pink haired femme. There was no accusatory intensity, or over exaggerated attempt at projecting emotions this time.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">"I do my best to leave no enemies... and I've only ever had a small handful of friends..."<br/>​</div>There was an exorcist, a caretaker, a ghoul,  a young woman, and a cat... The only family Theo could remember, and he couldn't even remember their names or faces. What a pitiful comrade he must have been to them. Or so he pondered. Regardless, he felt his kin in the night beyond the barrier of this establishment's walls... He was not menaced by the disturbance. Mortals falling in the evening felt like dead leaves hitting the autumn forest floor.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">"If it isn't <i>someone's</i> doing, that would mean there is <i>something</i>... that needs <i>doing</i>..."<br/>​</div>Before the pause could linger long enough for Ziggy to respond, Theo seemed to perk up from his terrible slouch and elongate into a rather over exaggerated stretch to the rafters. The motion itself cut through the spiral of his smoke and sent the mass spreading out from his position. While doing such he would lean to the left then the right. Each motion yielding a crescendo of ugly pops that seemed to offer some kind of grissly satisfaction to the specter.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">"My apologies... I appear to have slept for quite some time and it's stunted my manners... My name is Count Theobaud Graves, and it appears as though I'm in the market for an assistant... I don't suppose you would like to help me find my away around until I figure out where my friends are and why I'm well... here?"<br/>​</div>So far this conversation had already felt fated to some degree...But he was doing his best to take a diplomatic approach to achieving his goals... Even if she refused; the stark haired blood sucker would have at least offered some right formal pleasantries, belated as they were. For the time being, the spirit would settle back into his horrible posture while crossing arms over his dress shirt, which was still sitting all too casually stretched open at the mid rift where he had ripped all his buttons.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FGOn96jv.jpg&amp;hash=d89c7b7b1b57ea459ed06980a46c7c0e" title="GOn96jv.jpg">
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