A slight smile formed on Velve's lips. "You're one who has met a drow before," he said knowingly. "Ironically, however, that's precisely why I came over here, miss." His expression became neutral again. "You interest me," he continued, "your body temperature is incredibly low; I would guess that you aren't even alive. You also have the bearing of a predator." Velve's tilted his head respectfully at that; Velve had a great deal of respect for killers, in the professional sense. "I don't honestly know what you are," he admitted.<br/><br/>"However, you are something that could be of use to me, and I never let an opportunity to profit to pass me by," he finished, his eyes searching the woman's face for a sign of something, whether it was fear, intrigue, or anything else that he could use to his advantage.