Dustin was not unaware of the crowd of people. He did get the strange feeling that things weren't what they seemed. He was human and had an uneasy feeling that he couldn't quite place. He blinked. "Fang. Not fangs." He muttered. He looked at her. "Dustin is fine if you want. I'm not particular." He wasn't particular because he didn't always interact with others. He was a cutter and at times suicidal when it got to be too much. Being bullied always led to him trying to kill himself. It was what made him snap. Other than that he cut to rationalize pain. To feel what he called true pain. Pain he understood and knew why it was there. He felt that itching at the back of his mind. He brushed it aside for now. It wasn't irrevocable at the moment.<br/><br/>"As you wish." He said simply. He didn't take her hand. He wasn't comfortable with touching others. His only physical contact with others had always been painful. That was a hard memory to erase. He shook his head only. "I am not for physical contact with people I am just meeting. Results could be negative. Thank you anyways Reni." He had a slight accent that made her name sound exotic. He fell silent. Listening to her speaking. Blinking a bit and just kind of looked at her like getting to know him was a concept he didn't quite grasp. Honestly he didn't because nobody wanted to know him. He usually didn't let others. Those who had he brick walled. "Get to know me?" he echoed after a moment of silence. He finished his food and drink. "I am going back to the room. It was nice meeting you."<br/><br/>He took his tray to the window and put it there. Leaving the dining area he headed back to the room. Once inside he put his five elemental blades on the nightstand. Crimson read contained a fire spirit. Black contained holy from holy water. Dark blue contained ice. Dark green contained nature. Purple contained lightning. None of them hurt him because of mixing with his blood during the making of them. He rummaged around into the bag and took out his guitar. He began to strum it. His eyes closed as he began to play the guitar. Singing to himself as he tended to do. (see youtube)<br/><br/><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/COMpeSepvWk"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/COMpeSepvWk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object>