Re: On the train: The Schoolboy/The Witch
Aedan was neither good with faces, nor with names, and only made an attempt to remember those he planned on meeting again. Would they? It remained unseen. The town was full of people he didn't know, but he also trusted that those he was supposed to meet, he would. That was perhaps his mother's influence and the surety of the family that ran through his veins.
"It isn't," he assured, and slid a gloved hand into his pocket for the keys. If he questioned how he arrived here tonight, that seemed to cinch it for him as he used them out and hit the lock, the car giving a little chirp as the doors unlocked.
"You're welcome. The least I can do for an enjoyable evening," he said with a small smile that seemed to have a little too much teeth, but it was gentled by the look in his eyes. Snacking on someone that didn't deserve nor request it wasn't his modus operandi, and even with the dawn coming, he wasn't willing to change that.
"Half a dozen?" Something like that. Of all of them though, this was the longest conversation he had with any of his past partners. There was something to be said in that perhaps. He walked over to the driver's side and gestured for Hugh to get in. "Adjust the temperature as you prefer," he said almost absently. Cold or hot didn't bother him. "And yourself?"
Inside the car it was pristine and still carried that new car smell, but the windows were custmized to heavily dark and the radio was off when he turned the car on with a low growl of the engine. "I'm afraid I don't have her ability to make it play whatever music I like, so feel free to pick something if you want it on."