He finds it is easy to speak to this particular stranger with her stockings of black and socks of white. The coloration is striking and rather a bit more dashing that he thought himself young enough to admit. She is a fancy thing, hardly enough of a man himself if he didn’t think so.

Sure she is older, has some wear and tear, but does he not also? He is just as weathered as she is and the honest truth is that Nanruans, even those who were only long-time residents, valued the fight, the passion, in their significant others. And is that what she is?
He chuckles at himself in his mind and looks at her more keenly. What is it with the fantastic four men? What was it about females that drove them absolutely out of their heads?

“Maybe it's a little of both, though for my mind, it may already be too late.” He enjoys the sound of her voice, the neither here nor there sound of the way she both agrees and yet seems to skirt things entirely that might make the conversation deeper. Nonchalant and not easy to get, that suited him just fine.

“I go by the name of Frostbite, what's yours?”
“Frostbite?”

His question was no small amount of amused and yet no end to the admiration. “A beautiful sort of death sentence for our kind, no? Seamus is mine, apparently it means ‘supplanter’. I think my father and mother, omega that she was, had high hopes… though then again, it was my father who had the screw loose.” He rolls a shoulder

“Just your average storyteller, mostly found in Taviora. And you?”.