"Salutations," Samuel began as he let his hands brush gently against the khakis.  "Samuel Hammerstein.  Obviously I know what you are, and you can probably tell what I am.  I'm not here to disrupt whatever is going on.  I'm in need of a familiar, an adept one that could assist me in my magical endeavors.  You hold my interest.  Care to discuss it?"  He was oh so sweet about it, calm and collected, but it was obvious that he'd taken precautions well before entering within the Night Parade.<br/><br/>Magical energies girded him, protecting him from many of the nasty supernatural abilities of some of the creatures that could be found within this carnival.  Her own soul sucking ability would have to be shunted aside, and right now it was done via magic.  He imagined if she were his familiar he would be immune to it outright, or so he hoped.  A smile on his face as he waited for her answer.  Knowing should shit hit the fan, she had backup and he didn't.