His eyes moved from her, to peruse the general crowd, who not gave a 'generous' birth of space. "Hm," He intoned, either for effect to simply thinking aloud to himself, "Thats a new, name to go by." The hand loosened, though the grip remained, even if ever so slightly. From such range, should could smell herbs more then undeath, yet it was subtle, a mask to hide his true scent. Yet as she spoke of her would be vanity, he gave a lame shrug, "You are proud, of your beauty," Had he really said that aloud? "Unlike most, who abondon all hope, who forsaken their well being, you strive, to maintain... However, you have only succeeded, in enhancing..." Glancing down to meet her eyes with his own gaze. His expression, the contortion of his brows, the narrowing of his eyelids was a constant. It was how she had met him, and his expression never changed... And yet, something lurked behind those golden ghostlights of his...<br/><br/>"Indeed, you are no longer, human... However, you now personacate, the beauty, the air of a mastercrafted, delicate doll..." using his free hand to make a lazy, broad gesture through the air...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>