His stone grey eyes scanned hers, he tried to decipher who she was. When he couldn't find anything his face lightened in expression.<br/>"A smile...is sometimes the most comforting thing I can give."<br/>He huffed slightly. Really everything was his enemy. His eyes could see other's lives. His touch was a sedative to his victims. His looks were just a lure. All traits from his father, as his mother would say. He hated him so much. His father left him with a curse, but left him without a pedigree.<br/>As his mind raced it's hatred toward his father, but his expression remained simple, and unfazed toward his anger. He almost looked happy. Then he remembered that he was still in a conversation. He looked at Re-al smiling, this time...a real one.<br/>"I'm sorry...my mind is elsewhere miss." He said charmingly, "I would simply like a glass of Castello dâ€™Albola wine please."