Such a dainty creature she was, but firm. His sudden interest in her only increased with her feminine features becoming clearer to him, and with his hands still in his pocket he replied to her question, "My last slave seems to have disappeared. I loved her dearly," he smiled almost sheepishly at her, but kept a cheeky warm smile. Some endearing reminders of his now deceased slave darkened his mind for a split second, but not preventing his conversation skills. He pulled his hands out of his pockets, "My name is James," he bowed to her, politely, out of respect, of course. Asking for her hand to shake would have been a direct No-No in the manner's book. "May I ask for you name?"
He smiled at her, once, again, glancing down at her small frame. He stood well over her, an above average man in height. He was also lean in build and strong, of course--a vampire. By comparing their shadows, one could see a definite, noticeable size difference.
He looked at lonely Alex, dirty and scuffed in his cage. "$7,600, please."