The nearby movement was marked by the constant footfalls of what had sounded like rather heavy boots being carried across the cobblestones. Looking forward slowly, he started to smile to himself quietly and looked back for a moment. She was indeed lost, and judging by how she had appeared to him she certainly had not been from around here.<br/><br/>Raising his brow carefully, he laughed quietly in a method that almost seemed to be slightly disarming. He was kind and elegant with just the perfect mix of danger and evil in his personality to have made him into quite the gentleman villain. Looking once more toward Isabelle, he smirked again and shook his head, "Well now, it seems that you are a bit out of your league. Is everything alright?"<br/><br/>With a smile that illustrated plenty of avarice present in that aforementioned personality, he raised a brow and started to continue forward for the time being. "I have many names, as I am sure that you have many in your own right as well. You can call me....my what is perhaps my most popular. Feel free to call me...Greed."<br/><br/>Once more he was able to flash that grin at her that could have otherwise curdled blood had he not been so sickeningly...good. It was the kind of good that was essentially a manifest of evil, and that's what made it so seductive and attractive. That was, for the time being anyway.<br/><br/>"Tell me, looking as you are, you must be a slayer, but I have to ask a slayer of what?" He raised his brow once more, unsure of whether he was having a friendly conversation or taunting her in his own right.<br/><br/>Finally frowning, he then shook his head and blinked, "You realize that I am not going to harm you...you can put away your reservations. You are some sort of weapon, are you not?"