"A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Fox." He gives her a little bow, straightening up with a smile. "The source of the appellation seems to be one of those cosmic mysteries. But yes, charred vampire is quite unpleasant, as are an number of odors, both mundane and esoteric." He smiles knowingly. "That is exactly the reason I took the liberty of immunizing myself against such inconveniences."<br/><br/>Micha rasies an eyebrow as Serah outlines her plan, regarding the bound woman in much the same way a barista looks at a cup of convenience store coffee. "Oh yes, that. A special order, but so<em>astoundingly</em>mundane. A bit of filling out around the chest and hips and some non-standard pigmentation. No fun at all! I even told her I'd throw in an extra pair of breasts or rework the mouth for free, but she insisted that this is what she wanted." He shakes his head. "No aesthetic eye at all."<br/><br/>At around this time, Serah has begun to glow with a soft white light. Micha raises an eyebrow again. "Well Ms. Fox, I have no idea what you are or who you work for, but I suppose I agree it is quite terrible what happened to to Mr. Davidson and his Sire's special order. Hunters you know, not much to be done at this point." He suddenly grins. "But you needn't leave in such a rush! I would be a poor host if I didn't offer hospitality!" His grin is the slightest bit disconcerting.