couldn't have said it better myself.
( arms cross over his chest; brow arched just a tad and head tilted just slightly. ) so — bleedin' killer. you've got a name, do ya?
"you could say that yeah." the bleeding pretty much stopped , putting the rag in the trashcan.
"well , sometimes you should be careful who you mess with." taking the flask and taking a sip of it.
what a sad little sod. ( slipping a hand into the inner pocket of his coat — taking out a flask. of course filled with bourbon. )
one less creep in the world, I assume? ( after taking a sip from the flask, he'd offer it up — holding it out for her. )
excellent.
( the boy offered a lop-sided smile; hand reaching out to take the bottle in hand — popping the cap and pouring the drink into the two conveniently placed glasses. )
you're not human, are you ?
lovely — I suppose that concludes the rather always awkward first introductions.
( lowers his hand, gaze snapping toward the bottle of bourbon settled on the table. ) shall we skip the rest of the uncanny pleasantries and indulge in a bit of liquid 'fuck it' ?
well — aren't you a bundle of bloody sunshine. ( his brow cocked, giving the other a slight look. )
camael, love. ( he'll omit the last name for now. gesturing faintly. ) and you are. . .