It ends tonight

After startling the woman Incubus lowered his head even more. His eyes shifted to the Lynx for a moment but he mostly kept his attention on the fae. As she spoke he let out a breath he did not know he was holding. At first he thought he was going to get ganged up on by the woman and her feline companion for intruding. Thankfully it seemed he was in the clear and Incubus allowed his muscles to relax slightly. "Nor did I." Baritone vocals were less hushed but there was still a delicate nature to them. He did not miss that furrow of her brow and the distinct look of thought that swept across her visage. What was going through her mind in that moment? But, his curiosity shifted to the bowl again as pale eyes followed her glance to the liquid. Jaws parted to inquire about the bowl but she beat him to the punch with her own question.

Incubus offered a firm nod as he slowly sat down. Returning to a more neutral stature, still being careful to not to appear threatening or anything of that sort. "It is a constant battle. I usually avoid going out on cloudless days to avoid it." A pause as his lips formed a small friendly grin, "That would be incredibly helpful." How was it all these women were so generous? Seere provided endless gifts of tea, honey, furs, and a whole teapot upon their first meeting. Now, this stranger was offering a salve to aid his burned nose.

Before he could thank her for the offer she shocked him with more beautifully gentle tones. His Father's name slipped from her jaws and Incubus immediately raised a brow and allowed his eyes to study her own for a few moments. Usually the name Hannibal did not provide a positive effect on others but the fae didn't seem to upset by this fact. Perhaps she was one of his very few friends or a previous love interest. "Yes, Hannibal is my Father, I am Incubus Klein." Incubus cocked his head to the side, "Did you know him well?" This stranger likely knew him better then he did, which was a sad fact.