<div style="text-align: center;">Ilariy couldn't help the gruff chuckle that echoed in his throat, finding the girl rather amusing. He managed to smile a bit more, just clearing the edge of his teeth. Said teeth were somewhat crooked, and one or two could be identified as M.I.A., one of which had been replaced by a golden fang.<br/><br/>Turning his attention towards the cupcake for a moment, he fished out a ten-dollar bill from his pocket; laying it on the counter beside the plate. "V'll th's c'vv'r it?" he inquired, dragging out his "v" for whatever reason; the "r" rolling off his pierced tongue. He couldn't help but to examine the young girl, considering how generally pleasant her voice was compared to what he was used to hearing; far gentler than those of his crew-mates and father, as well as the voices that seemed to inhabit his mind.</div>