Cyder kept his head on the bar for several moments in silence, listening to the chatter around the bar while he contemplated over his most recent actions of tossing his apple along the bar. He really did not have much interest in the affairs of others, he was never directly involved with the living. At least not often, anyway! He made friends on occasion, but it never really lasted long. Though he liked it that way, everyone died sooner or later, it was only a matter of time, and then they were just like everyone else. Another soul to collect.
A voice roused his attention from his thoughts, slowly he brings his head up and turns with the top of the chair. His hood had fallen completely over his face, but he quickly brings a hand up to tug the black cloth back and out of his face so he could fully see who it was that had spoken to him. A bit of genuine shock forms on his face for a couple of moments before it fades into a rather child-like grin as he spots the apple within her grasp. It was hard to tell what the grin was about exactly, maybe the apple? Maybe the fact that someone was talking to him? Or maybe a mix of both or more!
"Y-yeah, that is mine." He states simply, eying her hand and the apple rather cautiously suddenly. Not that he was actually afraid of her hand nor the apple, but his own. Slowly Cyder would extend a hand out of the sleeve of his jacket, reaching for the apple. But he stops short, frowning a bit as his brow furrows. He then merely pulls his hand back into the sleeve and reaches back out again, though holds his hand there with the long sleeve covering over it, expecting her to drop it into his hand. Even with his hand this close and something covering it, she could probably feel a rather unnatural chill.
"Thank you for getting that for me, though... I, uh. I've had some worse ideas before!" Cyder's face changes yet again, now smiling a bit and appearing nearly human if not for the lack of color in his skin and the red eyes. There was not even a flush of color in his cheeks! "Can I buy you a drink? As a thank you? If you don't already have one, that is."
As he says all that, the sudden urge to pop himself in the face arose.