<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XJroK22.jpg)</div><strong>Barir bin Yasha</strong>- Appearance 3, Black stain of Diablerie in his aura for those with who succeed on Auspex II roll<br/><br/>Barir blinked in mild astonishment at the woman's clan. A Setite here, at the heart of Camarilla power? This was truly a strange night full of surprises if they allowed one of the corrupters into their midst, and he wondered what her angle was... and even more importantly, what the Prince's long-term plan was for allowing her into the very heart of the Elysium. "I'll admit, I find it strange to see one of the Serpents here," his eyebrows rose to emphasize the words, the strange accent peppering the words with a different connotation from what one might usually expect from a native speaker.<br/><br/>"You have much success with this... style of drawing?" he asked after two beats of examining the card before looking up at her once more, and sliding to the right with almost imperceptible movements in order to keep the window behind her so that he might look at both at once and maintain the security cordon which had been established. "The eyes--are they not exaggerated? And the nose. It appear almost..." he looks pensive for a moment, "unnatural."<br/><br/>At her question he slipped the card into a jacket pocket after examining it one last time and murmured, "Not exactly what I'm used to. I know we don't feel it anymore, but... the cold disagrees with me. Hot and dry, that is what I prefer. Here I feel as though I constantly need a bath despite not sweating anymore." He looks more closely at the woman, eyes almost boring into Joanna. "Why do you... do that?" he asks her gesturing to her skin. "I do not know what they call it in this region. The color. The breathing. You lose blood and moisture that way, do you not? It seems wasteful to just give it up like that constantly," he says, his own skin still having the unnatural coldness of the undead but being far darker than that of any other Kindred in the room.<br/><br/>Joanna can see the stirrings of the Beast behind his eyes, as she had noticed before. It isn't the full-on fight-or-flight response which had driven him to leave the room before, but there is a caution there, a wariness that precludes the focused violence which he almost appears to be known for, according to the what the Prince had mentioned when he had been presented. A moment later and it was gone once more. "And you yourself? How do you find DC and your care in the Camarilla's... warm hands?" he asked head tilting slightly as his eyes roved between her and the window beyond.