''Of course. But first I must admit I was remiss in introducing myself earlier. Allow me to correct that. My name is John Roman." He introduced and Johnnie rolled her eyes in thought.<br/><br/>Johnnie squinted at the man before her, emerald eyes roving over his body in a thorough inspection. He did have a certain aura, but The Druid seeking out her company was a preposterous notion. He<span style="font-style: italic">couldn’t</span>be John Roman. Glancing at him again, she apprehensively accepted the fact that he was incalculably powerful, he could kill her, he is in fact The Druid, and he wanted something from her. While the latter fact did not give her an advantage over him, it would aid her if he did ever feel the need to<span style="font-style: italic">eliminate</span>her. Breathing in deeply, Johnnie feigned leisure and raised her eyebrow nonchalantly; the alcohol helped with her insouciance.<br/><br/>Roman continued on, sliding a photograph with a properly dressed man represented on it with a rather old fashion choice. “This is Gregory Markham, a notable Egyptologist. Recognize him?”<br/><br/>There was something familiar about the man, Johnnie admitted upon further assessment. However, she could not put her finger on it. Had she fed on him once upon a drunken night? It was a plausible consideration; she did often indulge herself in percolating a man until his body fell limp and his chest stopped its movement. Draining energy was a delicate procedure and it took much restraint to keep a human alive, restraint that Johnnie didn’t possess. It was with difficulty that she left her prey barely animate.<br/><br/>Roman leaned forward and his lips grazed her ear, a mix between a chill and a tickle erupted across her body and she froze, holding her breath. “My proposal is this: give me the essence you took from this man – his memories, his thoughts, his goals, his<span style="font-style: italic">life</span>– and I ignore the part you played in his death.”<br/><br/>“I’m afraid I don’t know this fella. He a pal of yours?” She shrugged, turning her head so their faces were close and her eyes narrowed. “If that is all, I will be off-.”<br/><br/>Johnnie hissed irately when she caught the faultless reflection of the<span style="font-style: italic">draugr</span>attendant in the large mirror. Interlacing her hand in his, Johnnie stood up and dragged Roman along to the exit door. “On second thought, let’s ankle.”<br/><br/>She led him expertly through the storm of smoke, people, and other such obstacles habitually standing in this particular area of the Sheik and Sheba Palace. They cut through the barroom and she brought him to the ballroom before grasping him by the lapel. Straightening her back to appear more intimidating, she pressed him against a wall where they would be disregarded and scowled at him.<br/><br/>“That guy watching us – was he a friend of yours?” She huffed, smoothing down the black dress she was sporting.