Mute looks at her. She reacted strangely to his voice. Like it made her do a double take or something. That was a reason NOT to talk a lot. Women always had such strange reactions to his voice. He didn't quite understand it to be honest. "Nice to meet you Sarah." he says simply. Looking at her. His voice still coming out in that same purr as before. And to be honest it was his natural normal voice. Just imagine if he was actually trying to make it sound that way....<br/><br/>He noted her clenching her jaw a bit. Noticed the hardening of her eyes. He merely leaned back more. Crossing his arms across his chest lazily. A small amount of his smooth hairless yet toned and muscular torso peeked out from the now slightly open due to the "fight" from before. He hadn't yet noticed it. "I see...I don't care." he says bluntly. "I do not care who does or does not run the streets." he clarifies.<br/><br/>He looks at her. "Authority is only there to keep up the pretense of civility and order. When in actuality it is a mere coverup to hide the chaos and dischord." he falls silent again. Looking at her. He merely shrugs and smiles. "I live here." he says then blinks. "What do you mean a guy like me?" he asks in confusion. "Why would you think that? High life? I have no need for material things. Aside from clothing." he says.<br/><br/>Looking at her. "I am merely traveling. As I said...seeking a purpose for my existance." he says cryptically. Looking at her. "What? Is there something wrong with my natural appearance?" he asks in honest confusion. "........." he falls silent and says nothing futher.