[center][h2][color=9e0b0f][b]Suleykaar Sahqon Diiv[/b][/color][/h2][/center]

When he moved close to her he could tell that she was frightened if the flinch was anything to go off of but despite that she followed him over to one of the tables and moved to a chair on the end. “I’d rather not act like what I’m ‘supposed to be..” 

Suleykaar had made it to his seat when he heard her mumble, causing him pivot around until he faced her once again. [color=9e0b0f]"I suggest that you do. Not for my benefit but for your own. Like dragons, vampires can smell fear, fear is weakness and weakness brings forth death and believe me with what information I have now, the ones your friend's father will send will pick you out of a group within moments if you keep acting like a scared little puppy and tear you to shreds. Your best bet is at least act like you have a backbone."[/color] Then he heard her say something else which caused him to smile as he moved back towards his seat, quickly taking notice to another girl sitting at the table with them. [color=9e0b0f]He did that? Interesting. That's new information.[/color] He originally sat down with his legs crossed and his fingers intertwined but broke loose from that to lean over the table, not in her face but just enough to keep his next words low. [color=9e0b0f]"What his father did to you is not what a vampire is supposed to be. He is, from the sound of things, much like Vladimir the Impaler. A walking corpse with a superiority complex. I have met decent vampires before and they had agreed with me about my belief with them."[/color] He leaned back in his seat again until he turned to the one sitting next to them, a small smile upon is face. [color=9e0b0f]"Are you going to just sit there or are you going to say hello?"[/color]