Ravensblood Forest calling me names just because of my skin color, you know?

Really? He sighed, still trying to play his game... to see if he could lure her onto his side. Am I that dangerous? I am but one man, what have I done to proved to be someone to be wary of? He sure hated to talk and talk in order to get his way, it reminded him of the straws that Donova kept trying to draw to try and... well, whatever he was trying to do. Abaddon was still certain all of the above was the right answer with that guy.

Maybe a shift in tactics... The man rose to his feet once more, gently making his way closer to her. Cautious as he kept his eye on her body's indication to stop should he need to (feel free to power-play him stopping if she shows signs of discomfort!). Looking to the woods around them as if it held most of his interest despite his peripherals being soley on the pointed damsel, he walked casually, weaving through the trees and brushing his coat against their trunks like some sort of feline, enjoying their rough touch against his skin. I don't need to spell out how beneficial it is to have a loner on your side, hm? he tried to low-key compliment her. Telling her how smart she would be if she came to the conclusion on her own through a particular choice of words.

He crept closer, using the trees between them as an excuse to casually close the distance if allowed. There was something here... he could see it, use it potentially. Was their time together that one time so luring he thought? Did her heart thud for him after all? He smiled a dangerously boyish grin. I can be one of you, an informant... if you'll let me. The vampire's voice was soft despite the hidden strike he held in his words. Would she fall prey? An unaffiliated ally - all I ask is persmission on your beaches. Once again he reiterated, nailing his position home as far as he could.