Blood and the scent of a femme, an interesting combination as he turned to see just a fabulous red female sitting there, not paying attention to him or even noticing him, eating some food. He would approach. There was a devious smile on his face as he dared to speak to her. "Hello there darling. Who might you be?" The voice would pierce the surrounding areas with a British-type accent as he debated what to do to her specifically. He couldn't lie. She was beautiful. He found a certain amusement in the fact that she hadn't seemed to notice him. His left eye would raise like the raising of an eyebrow as his chin fell as he fell onto his haunches to sit just barely a few feet away from her.
