More often than naught, people made the most ignorant assumptions up about Nic. Presuming that because he looked a certain way, spoke and acted a certain way, that he was a stereotypical male who only dated female models and never looked twice at a heavier set woman or another man. He didn't know how the ancients did it, because he was still just an infant Dark One himself; but Nic knew that eternity with limits was like living no life at all. So, not only did he partake in anything that his eye spied, but kept his judgments as far away from settling in his mind as possible. For fear of becoming what he hated the most-a hypocrite.<br/><br/>As he sat across of his new friend, Nic crackled a gruff smile. Half expecting the guy to reach over and start groping him, Nic was surprised and somewhat elated that he did not. But remained professional and wanted to go through the hierarchy in order to get his nightly activities 'approved'.  The expectation was noted, and Nic cursed to himself. Lighting up a fresh cigarette of his own, to punish himself for the act. Where was the punishment, if it was feeding the addiction to a chain smoker? Nic hated cigarettes. Still, in his masochistic, self discipline, he was generous about it. Holding an erect stick of nicotine out for the young man to have, if he chose.<br/><br/>As Nic used his other hand to light his tip, he mumbled through a stuffed mouth, "Are you allowed to give me your name? Or is that on a need to know as well?"<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Reigns_Nicolae.png)</div>