He was slightly surprised at the way she spoke to him in response. The subtle flirting, the way she looked at him. It made him want to laugh, but of course he didn't. He was however content that she was actually speaking to him, answering his questions. Though maybe not directly the way he would have preferred, it was better than nothing at all, or worse, a negative response instead. She could have just shut him down. But she didn't, and that was good.<br/><br/>Taking a glance over at her as she gazed upon the rain, before turning his eyes back to it, just in time for her to look at him. It was funny, but in a way, cute. Shaking his head slightly, she answered his last question, saying someone had suggested the place to her, so she came. Wonder who that person was. He'd dig on that information later down the line, right now was not the time. So he just tucked that thought in the back of his head for now, as she asked a question of her own.<br/><br/>"Ah, well, unfortunately I didn't get the choice. I've lived here my entire life." He leans against the railing, pulling out his pack of cigarettes and lights one, a stream of smoke filtering through the air. He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly, thinking for a moment. "Though it is rather weird, you're probably wondering why when I could, why I didn't just move." He shrugs a bit, and grins again. "I guess the city just wore on me. I couldn't bring myself to leave. There was something keeping me here."<br/><br/>He looks over at her, brushing his bangs slightly over his forehead. He'd allowed the overhanging to close a bit, so tiny drops of rain were able to land on his head, making his already shiny white hair seem to be ethereal. "If you don't mind me asking, have you visited here before?" Before she could answer, he shakes his head. "Forget I asked, that's none of my business."<br/><br/>Turning his eyes slightly, he looks down over the balcony. "By the way, my name is Azariah. What might I call you?" He leans slightly, and as he did, the necklace she had given him long ago, dangles and glints, the chain glimmering in the light. From the corner of his eye, he could tell that she saw it. No doubt it had caught her attention. He reaches up, and tucks it back into his shirt against his chest.