"My, my.... What an atrocious pick up line. You could have been slightly more artistic and much less tense." A deep and dark voice spoke from the shadow of an aisle as soon as Cadien finished speaking.<br/><br/>From out of the corner, with long, slow and sure placed strides, he made his entrance into the scene. Before them, about a few feet away from the table, stood a man who appeared rough and rebel, yet his demeanor was elegant and dignified. He carried with him an aura of mystery and enigma. Nothing about him would indicate him as a denizen of infernal origin more than the look of his eyes, fiery red irises that stare deep into hearts and pierce weak souls. For the manner of his disguise, he only claimed them to be colored contacts, a little twisted lie to keep those from getting too interested in them.<br/><br/>It seemed as if he had arrived a moment too late, even if he had heard whatever it was that was spoken, clearly missing the events that happened before. The supernatural being had already found her, by the desk within such close proximity. Not a surprise, considering how keen the senses of certain supernatural beings were. This particular one he recognized immediately, now that he had a closer look. That bearing, muscular and animalistic tinge of an appearence could spell no other form of recognition save for those touched by the moonlight and the embrace of lycan kin.<br/><br/>Surprise notwithstanding, he found it peculiar that a lycan would be interested in his query. To his understanding, the pack mentality of most of the local lycans kept them away from public places, with preference to keep within the wild wooded areas of town. To see one here could suggest two things: a pack making a 'claim' or a lone wolf with an unknown agenda. The latter seemed more likely. The information he had indicated few other viable options. Neither of those he thought of worried him, for he was very patient. Whatever happens here, it was only the beginning. If it fell out of his favor, there will always be another time.<br/><br/>Yet, with this lycan in the way, his plans could as complicated as he predicted. He pondered over what to do with him, this 'Cadien'. His emotions betrayed his thoughts and he very much wanted her for himself. For whatever reason he had, Jeriah was not about to let his charge be taken from him that easily.<br/><br/>Appearing loose and nonthreatening, very natural to him despite the sense of impending doom and mysterious foreboding that followed him wherever he went, he cocked his head slightly downward, his eyes looking back and forth between Cadien and Rose. A small smile pursed on his lips, reading their changing emotions.<br/><br/>"Am I intruding? Many pardons if I am." He spoke again, "Or perhaps my presence is necessary after all...."