Her body language along with his senses tell him she's nervous, which is to be expected. She pauses for a second longer than needed. But then again, tan skin, black hair and green eyes aren't features usually found together. His hearing easily picks up her elevated heart beat as fidgets with the menu.<br/><br/>He gives her another smile when she tells him to call him Lily. He grins mentally at the thought of a mortal old grandma playing slots a casino. "Still a pretty name. Do you care for the flowers of the same title?," he chuckles, hoping to put her at ease.<br/><br/>Long years of practice have honed his acting skills. Her answer to his food question shocks him and ignites just a tiny spark of hope in his mind. The only hint of his surprise  that he allows to be seen is raised eyebrows. "I'd have to say cheese pizza. Nothing on it. Just cheese," he answers truthfully. Well, his favorite non life sustaining food at least. He does have to ingest blood of some sort to continue his existence.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Spain, 1492<br/>She had been born into a wealthy family that could afford the best of produce. She had red hair that trailed down her back like a waterfall of fire when it was worn loose: her dark blue eyes sparkled like the sea when the noonday sun hit the water. He had offered her a fig at masked ball held by Ferdinand and Isabel. She had accepted, saying it was her favorite food since she was a little girl. He had come so close that time...She was killed by the monarchy for being a Jew. He didn't visit Spain again for at least three centuries.</span>