Dalt shakes Damon's hand; you can tell a lot by a simple handshake. Dalt like the energy that Damon exuded. He felt like some old soul that never forgot what it was like to have fun. "The pleasure is mine Damon." he says easily not minding how long the handshake went on.<br/><br/>He notes Starfall and the headmistress as he curiously looks at any other newcomer. When Mina scents him so obviously, its a bit of a rush and a turn on. "I'm from a small village outside of Sparta called Mystras. Our family moves around a lot and changes our names but normally we stay in Greece." When she takes his hand, he can't help but greet her with the common Greek custom of leaning forward and kissing both cheeks.<br/><br/>Then Damon's suggestion of a party took hold in everyone like a wildfire and Dalt was easily swept up in that spirit of celebration and fun. 'Hell yes party!" he agrees and sits beside Damon to try out the food. In truth, with his metabolism he was always hungry.<br/><br/>He watches Damon dance around and challenge everyone. "Is that a challenge I hear? I'm for the eating contest...or dancing." he agrees standing up. "Care to dance?" he asks Mina in his rumbly voice seeing she was a kindred spirit.