There was very little Azrael knew about Lorata, he knew she was an acquaintance of their commander during the hunt, she was a seadweller, he'd briefly seen her at bloodfest and at the mansion during that murder. But, honestly, that was all he knew. That made him, needless to say, incredibly nervous asking her about a sponsorship. Azrael twirled his hand and then shoved it in his pocket to fiddle with the pencils inside.
Without much further ado he approached the seadweller with the best smile he could muster. "
Good evening, It's a lovely night.... though I must say that it hardly compares to yourself," he wanted to throttle himself over the whole line at that moment, but the point was to act entirely unlike himself. He Imagined he was talking with Elidae, Imagining her yellow ribbons and fluffy hair as he spoke. Remembering how easy it was to talk to her and just the visualization alone made it a lot easier to playfully flirt with a complete stranger. He'd have to thank Eli for her advice.