[Evil Tink]

Solomon couldn't help but smile, "I'm not offended in the least Nalaria, I've just been having a horrid day." He gently grabbed her wrist and held it up to his face, tilting his head to the side a bit, "Well aren't you a special one my dear..." He then let her hand go, pocketing his own.

"It will take much more than a keen sense of smell to freak me out Nalaria, trust me." He said after a few moments of silence before taking her hand in his and bowing slightly. "And I would be Solomon, pleasure to meet you."

Once he straightened, he pocketed his hand again, then leaned close to her face, "Perhaps it's time to....freak you out? While I appear to have no scent, you appear to have two. Not to mention, I think i see a speck of blood on the corner of your mouth. Now, time for the fun part of this game. My theories." A devious, dark grin took over his features for a brief moment before he continued to speak. "Either you're a fairly rare breed of half vampire, or you spend quite a bit of time around them. But, there's a problem with my second theory..."

He was silent for a few seconds to gauge her reaction. The entire time, he never moved away from her, getting a good sniff in. "I know what every single vampire in this city smells like, and yet you do not smell of any of them. So, I can only assume that somehow, a half breed was born." Finally, he moved away and took a few steps back, "Tell me I'm wrong?"