<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Norman Black</strong></span>, Nosferatu<br/>Tagged: Joanna<br/><br/>Norman smiled at Joanna's introduction, revealing a distinctly asymmetrical array of teeth. "Follower of Set," he repeated. "They make you say that, don't they? Like you're a registered sex offender or something. You run the Cat's Eye, correct? My apologies for not visiting. Maybe I'll sneak in on Halloween."<br/><br/>"I'm Norman Black, Clan Toreador. I'm having a bad hair day." Offering a mildly scabrous hand was a useful trick, forcing whomever he was talking to to either accept it with feigned grace or reject it and risk insult. Small games, but they kept him amused. He kept his hands to himself now, though. No need to start in with the petty politicking already when the whole evening stretched before him. Norman contented himself with a respectful nod, eyes half lidded, which had the nice side effect of allowing him to examine the length of her body.<br/><br/>It seemed that embracing ugly humans wasn't the fashion in the minor Clans either.<br/><br/>"I've been meaning to reach out to you, in fact, and have been remiss. I think that we are in similar lines of work. We help people, you and I. I'm a simple man, I do it for money. What's your angle?"<br/><br/><br/>