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Kirus nodded slowly, showing he was listening to Seti, his brows furrowed in an expression of confusion and slight irritation, even of disturbance. "I cant say I've ever heard of such a being- its very...interesting. You say you agreed to his possesion?" Kirus asked "In which case, have I just breached a contract of souls?"
His expression was dark, his eyes glassy as he looked at Seti, his head whipping around as he door to the pub opened and closed, the slight creaking and close-to of it snapping him from his reverie.
His eyes shone emerald, glittering still with dark intent, but covered in a veil of interest as they alighted on the newcomer. Tall, slim, dark, handsome. Kirus ever was a sucker for the cliches. The ankh that hung around the stranger's neck was obviously some sort of symbol, its point almost dagger like in form, it forced a small smirk to tug at the corners of his lips- if Seti had proved anything it was that Kirus liked mystery. The stranger was obviously not human, not by any means. His countanance and presence suggest vampire.

The moment is gone, and Kirus bites his lip, reality, such as it is, snapping back into place around him. He turns back to Seti, his hair fanning a little as he does so, like shadow engulfing him, trailing down the back of his shirt, still stained a little with Seti's blood. The scent of it drying to mix in the air with whisky and smoke.

*A small girl come in. She is around 5 foot 2 and thin. Her blonde hair is shoulder length and makes her look vaugely like a pixi. She moves gracefully and cat-like. She starts wandering around. Her dark green eyes scan the people like a tiger observing prey. But something about her makes you think she isn't here to hurt anyone.*

Seti walked behind the bar and got Kirus the ammaretto he needed and got himself a white chocolate liquor. He then searched the fridge for some blood and put it in a glass. Taking a sip from it. His body was still weak.
His gray eyes sharply went to the cat like form. The hairs in his neck went straight up as he was still the demon hanging more towards wolves than cats.

Kirus sups at the ameretto Seti had placed in his hands, closes his eyes a little as the slide and burn tracks its way across his palate and down his throat, his brows furrow into a line of confusion as Seti morphs, but attempts not to think anything of it. He'd seen the demon shift before, and at least he had some blood inside him now.

His head swivles to the right, his hair fanning a little, his brow arching as a voice floats past him, he smiles, it hadnt been too long since his brief encounter in a crowded bar with the female vampire that was addressing him.

"Bella, how very rare to see you here, I hope you are well"

genial. Could not say that he himself was well, though he was, he was also still a little on edge.

He knew what she was doing, and was quite happy to play along. He allowed his face to take on a seductive, and egotisitcal smirk, his eyes to sparkle a little as he swirled his drink in one long fingered hand.
"Ahh fatal attraction, what can I say?" he asked chuckling lowly. "You are quite stalking me I fear, no matter I am always happy of adoration"

He allows yet a wider smile to grace his lips, still undecided whether this is all a game or genuine feelings. He laughs softly, letting the sound roll through him, as he gestures towards the bar in an offer of a drink, long fingers extending in an old age gesutre, made all the more visceral by the feline elegance he is fortuned with.

He stops then to bow in reflection of her cutsy, moving lowly from the waist, just enough to show welcome but not servitude. One single ringlet of his raven locks fall foward across his shoulders, and he pushes it back as he returns to his upright position.

"as am I" he says, and in answer to her question "thats a very complicated question, perhaps it would be easier for you to tell me where you have been between this night, and the last we spoke?"

"A woman with style" he comments "if a woman you can indeed be called" he smirks and raises an eyebrow at the vampiress. "I hardly would have thought you'd have time- modern travel truely is a wonderful think" he notes. It had been a good long while since he had travelled, and there was no way in hades he was trusting these new areoplanes. The sea, no matter how dangerous to a vampire, was the only respectable form of transport.