A knowing smirk graced Acheron’s features for a moment as her eyes widened a degree. He couldn’t help the effect he had on others; it was something that came with the gig apparently. He inclined his head to her, “Very nice to meet you as well, Arwen.” He gave her another smile, slowly canting his head to the side.
He was glad that she was a bit relieved at the mention of Legolas’ name. He would have really hated for her to be uncomfortable around him. He folded his arms across his chest and let out a sigh. “Would you like for me to clear up your confusion about what I am?” He asked, raising a brow over at the elf-maiden. “I will do so if you wish it.”
He smiled once again with a nod of his head, “Yes, I think so as well. He is fine company.” Acheron followed her gaze looking out at the setting sun and he nodded again. “Yes, that it does.” He chuckled as well and then looked back at her. “How do you like things so far here, Arwen?”