The other man looked at him with eyes that held no fear, and Seth was both relieved and pleasantly surprised. He wasn't, most of the times, a particularly threatening Alpha. Quite the opposite - he tried as much as he could not to be, and his awkwardness with social interactions helped somewhat. And yet, most shifters would still fear him. When they didn't, Seth couldn't help but be pleased. He hated to impose his will on others merely because of something he had no real control over.<br/><br/>He felt almost nervous as he waited for the other to react. After a while, though, he was invited to sit, and his smile didn't feel forced anymore. He sat down in front of the other, relaxing his shoulders and shaking his head.<br/><br/>"I'll pass. The cold barely bothers me anyway." which was the truth, but he also didn't feel comfortable enough to drink or eat anything right then. He was way too nervous for it.<br/><br/>Which brought him back to the subject at hand. Seth tried to figure out the best way to bring it up, the smooth way, but nothing came to mind. He could see that the other was also not used to talk to people, but that didn't make things easier. Well, he couldn't smell anyone from the Fangs pack, and they rarely came to this part of the town. Neutral territory didn't offer many chances at fights, after all. But that also meant that Seth could at least do - or try to - some small talk and see if he could make the subject come up naturally. And not scare the other away, hopefully.<br/><br/>"I'm Seth, of the Shadow Hunters." he introduced, shrugging. A mere formality that was usual between two shifters who had just met. He purposefully left out his title, though. "What brings you here, if I may ask? We barely receive many visitors, and shifters are even rarer." Seth leaned forward, resting his elbow on the table and his head on his hand, looking at the other curiously. Now that he stopped to think about it, it was a pretty valid question. "Here is too... Unstable, for most."