[h3][center][color=lightsteelblue]- Niall Collins -[/color][/center][/h3]

Niall honestly couldn't believe what that he had so blatantly stared at someone, his nose was always getting him into trouble. He had all of the sudden forgotten all of his southern taught manners, enough so that if his mother was here she would had most definitely slapped the every loving shit out of him. Since he had already made a fool of himself by being so rude as to state when the lad introduced himself as Dominic Niall stood up. He neatly pushed the chair back away from the small table in front of the cafe outside as he made his ascent to his full height. In the dusty black square toes he had on Niall was nearly seven feet tall. He was quite sure the young lady was used to tall men but perhaps not men so tall as he was. 

"[color=lightsteelblue]It's lovely to meet you both. I am Niall Collins, heir of the Eastern US pack.[/color]" He bowed lowly to the both of them, despite being the heir he was a true southern gentleman and that entailed being polite regardless of his rank within his pack. Especially among people who aren't members of his own pack. Within the pack as long as his father wasn't concerned everyone could be friendly and informal. He chuckled a bit at her comment about wars and assassinations. There was little to worry about. "[color=lightsteelblue]I personally like to think this is the one place that I can speak slightly more freely than back home.[/color]"

Once he had returned to his full height he smiled easily, his eyes still swirling with the brilliant yellow that belonged to the wolf in his soul. His other half was quite curious about the elf, for some odd reason the wolf was quite curious about elves. It had been that way since he was a pup. His wolf was intrigued with one thing or another from time to time. This time it was the elf. He could only imagine the trouble that his wolf would get him into this time.