<span style="color: #00BFBF">He smirked, him to noticing the room's silence, feeling the piercing stares of the patrons for a second or too, only to feel the sudden sense fade. It was as if two Winds clashed, sending a shockwave throughout the room. As she spoke of disappointment, he shrugged lazily, seeing her remove her hood and show her hands. He made no movement to his blade, only opened his own, offering a silent truce. He slowly slid to the stool next to her and sat down, without even a glance of worry.<br/><br/>"A drink? If my memory serves, That would only feed the blood lust further... But what the hell, few have lasted a minute under the hold of my mix..." He said softly, motioning to the tender to bring him two glasses. As the tender brought them, He poured them both a hefty portion, His ale running rather low from this. He corked the bottle and slid the drink her way, Grabbing his glass, but not lifting it.<br/><br/>"Feeling strong tonight?" He asked mockingly, his orbs looking toward her."How long has it been? 3, 4 years?" He tilted his head, Holding his glass, patiently awaiting a response. Something about this woman always reminded him of his darker days. It drove him to a part of his past that he missed so dearly. Never knowing if a pleasant conversation, or a brutal beating was on the back end of the next word, a rush that was long since extinguished, and do for it's rekindling...</span>