"Now, now my dear is that any way for a lady to behave." He said looking down into his Mate's emerald eyes. "Now what are you going to do about your little bird?" He asked glancing down the path towards the little mortal woman. "She behaves more like a fox than a bird, don't you think?" he asked grinning only allowing the tips of his fangs to show. "What would you say to introducing me?" He asked moving towards the woman without Adrianna having time to say a word.<br/><br/>"Gregory!" she called catching up with his fast pace steps. "Why do you do this every time we come here? Are you so under that cursed woman's spell that you can't live by your own rules here?" She demanded not wanting to see the interesting little woman drained so soon in her stay in the little town. There were very few who showed no fear, and even less did so without a shiver down their spine. The woman hadn't even flinched when she had flashed her fangs.<br/><br/>Catching up to the woman in no time at all Gregory took a hand of the woman and gave a swift and short bow. "Hello my dear, I am Gregory Frost. I see you have met the lovely Adrianna. Now may I ask your name or would you rather I pull it from your mind whilst having my evening meal?" He asked standing back to his full height of 6 foot 2 inches allowing his mopish black hair to lay in an untamed disarray of sorts. As he spoke his fangs showed as though everyone had them, not threatening simply present. This had been his normal game among the women long before he had claimed Adrianna. Move in quick and catch them off guard. Waiting for an answer he gave the woman a small grin that didn't fully go to his dark eyes.<br/><br/>Adrianna crossing her arms impatiently a few feet behind him. Even if she wanted to do anything she could never really hurt him, she was his fledgling. It was a blood contract. No fledgling could ever kill their creator no matter the hate, the grudge. Not that she wanted to... until times like this.