Stavanger Bay Your cruelty, and your neglect?

As he approaches, speaks, and sits he watches the most devilish smile tilts this woman’s mouth upwards. She’s a beautiful creature and he can see the sin in her eyes — even in her voice as she begins to speak. Her words are mischievous and suggestive to many things. Especially those with a wild imagination. Yet his reverence can only flick his ice cold orbs down to look at her, a humorous glint in his own eyes as a smile appears on his own maw. The corners of his eyes crinkling attractively and his smile almost as charming and just as snake like as her own. Yet he is a man of God is he not, but not only that he is an experienced and talented one.

He stays in place confidently as this beautiful shewolf approaches him even further. Though to say he is surprised that she called him isn’t quite the right word. Even though it is a pleasant one, it’s good to get to know those he will be spending most of his time with in these new lands. Yet, other than the charming smile he gives her he is silent until she asks him a more direct question.

What interests you?

Another thing that he could perceive in many different ways. Yet, as he answers his eyes go fairly back to normal, but hold a glint of fun humor in them. “What interests me.” He parrots back the question in contemplation, his eyes briefly turning away from her blood red gaze but quickly seeking it out just as fast a second time. “I have none other than my love and interest in God, Vanity.” Comes his stereotypical response, one surely Vanity saw coming. “I’m here because this is where he has guided me.”

Then he cants his head to the skull faced woman. “And you?” He tilts his chin downwards slightly as he peers at her through white lashes. Though the action is not necessarily sexual, it could definitely be perceived as so due to his horribly handsome features.