When Life Gives You...Apples?

A familiar expression of shock and awe was quickly shuttered and replaced with the sour look he'd seen upon his approach, and the titan smirked. "Sure, see if I care." she scoffed. His own features became lax, and a neutral look settled onto his face. Dismissive, perhaps even dour. He was far from the most social of creatures, but he wasn't one to turn down a bitch in heat. Haunches folded beneath the behemoth, and he settled down. Shoulders rolled ever so slightly inward, forming a hunch to his posture. Cranium lowered so that he could slouch. Already, he felt her gaze prickling his pelt. Perhaps this hadn't been the best of plots. She was in a sour mood, which meant he would have to put effort into being charming. On the other hand, he could simply get drunk and call that a win. "Who are you anyway?" she questioned, aiming for casual but falling just shy.

"Deion Aeris." he grunted, amethyst gaze flicking her way briefly. He tipped his head ever so slightly in greeting. "You?" After all, it wouldn't hurt to know a pretty woman's name, if only so he could make use of it later on.