Just as he was placing the last tomato in the plastic sack, Samael was a little surprised to hear a voice say his name, speaking out to him. He looks around, and his eyes spot on the young man from the other day, the last they'd seen each other was at the run down apartments where his 'ex' acquaintance lived. From the corner of his eye, he saw a couple of women who had been recently murmuring under their breath about Touya's appearance gasp slightly in surprise when the not so well dressed male spoke openly to Samael, who, by no means, was definitely on the far opposite end of the scale when it came to clothing and appearances.<br/><br/>Despite their rude mutterings, Samael lifted his free hand in greeting, plastering a soft smile on his face. "Hello there. Touma was it? So good to see you." Grasping the handles of the basket he was carrying that held his groceries, he moved toward Touma, allowing him to guide the way to wherever he needed to go. "Would you mind if I chatted with you a little?" He glances to the side at the other male, his eyes grazing the other's appearance, taking note of the clothes that were in not so great condition.<br/><br/>If Touma said it was okay, Samael walked next to him as they did their shopping, and eventually going to the front to the checkout. Samael allowed Touma to go first, insisting he did so, before following behind and paying for his groceries, which were put into a couple of plastic bags. Finished, Samael leaves the store behind, still walking with Touma.<br/><br/>He wasn't acting nice in order to gain Touma's friendship, no, he was acting nice in order to gain information. Ever since he met this guy, Samael kept getting an odd vibe about him, he wasn't like the other humans who lived in this city. Even Touma's aura was different, strange. Usually, a human's aura was weak, barely even noticeable, but not Touma's. Albeit, it was still significantly less in abundance than his own, but by no means was it measly or small. It was clearly visible to Samael...and this intrigued him.<br/><br/>Pausing at a corner on the sidewalk, he motioned for Touma to wait for a moment. "I know you've probably got things to get done, as so have I, but at some point, I would very much like to maybe, have a chat over coffee, how does that sound?" He smiles, his eyes hiding any malcontent, and to Touma they would express interest, showing a false imagery of how Samael wanted to get to know him, and that he was interested in this meeting they might or might not have.<br/><br/>Reaching into his pocket, Samael pulls out a fancy looking business card that had his name, an email, the address to what looked like a business of some sort, and his number. "Here. Whenever you're feeling up to coffee and a chat, feel free to give me a call." He then takes a few steps back, before saying his farewells, and heads the opposite way where Touma was headed, going back toward his home. His mind was already on other things not even after just a few minutes pass, wondering when his next visit to "home" should be, as he REALLY needed to get another kin to take care of petty errands like grocery shopping.