Shadewood my, what big teeth i have

With the grace of an aristocrat, the bloodborne man approached as she silently beckoned him to come hither. He took his time, walking in a semi-circle around the woman, eyeing her all the while, taking in each inch of what and who she was - a routine dance of his when meeting someone new. Every new face is interesting one way or another, ma biquette. He murmured, rounding around her front as he carefully took in her figure from every angle in a wide circle - cautious not to get too close should she choose to chomp in his direction. 

She was no bigger or smaller than he was, though from the looks of it she was skipping a few meals... If he were to compare, he had the bigger proportions than she. What are you searching for? Bringing up how he found her, nose to the dirt... he wanted to know what was it that she sought. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but satisfaction bring it back this time?