[ he notices her before she speaks to him. she's beautiful, he thinks, and considers her for tonight's feast before deeming it a waste of beauty. a waste of strength too, apparently: she walks with such purpose, with such confidence, that he's almost startled by it. it's not the fiery confidence of lucy, no, but it's something more deeply-set, something interesting.

and then she approaches him first and he reconsiders his original decision, if she's going to come to him--but she speaks, and he pauses, briefly taken aback. of anything he expected her to say, it wasn't that. he stills, observing her openly from behind his glasses, and when he speaks it's with a slow smile that doesn't reach his eyes. ]

I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, madam. [ he could deny it, tell her his name is De Ville, but what purpose would it have? she clearly already knows differently. ] I haven't used that name in many a year, so why, may I ask, do you use it for me now?

[ she's not a vampire--he'd be able to smell that on her right away. no, she's human, and she's approaching him with full knowledge of who he is.

he's impressed, at any rate. ]