Tabetha looked the actor over a bit longer than was necessary.  Kiril Roshenko.  She knew him only vaguely, having seen him at kickboxing matches many a time.  Never formally introduced.  A strong physical specimen, yet equally dedicated to the arts.  He did not frequent the same circles as she, so she hadn't any idea if he was a talented actor or a Washout-in-Training.  Certainly handsome enough.  Perhaps she would choose to date him in the future.  It would be an act, of course.  It was always an act.  She was certainly not new to the dating scene, and was most assuredly not a virgin.  Physical intimacy allowed one greater leeway when toying with a subject of interest.  It was startlingly just how long one could string another along with empty promises and the occasional peck on the cheek.<br/><br/>"Now now, London!  You are so quick to dismiss your guests!" she remarked , her lips curling.  "Surely sequestering yourself away in these caverns has not made you so utterly vampiric that you have forgotten how to be cordial?"