"Oy! Careful." He smiled,"mighty late for a pretty little thing like yourself to be wandering alone," his nerves were itching with hunger and couldn't help but listen to her pulse, and the blood rushing through the arteries and veins in her neck but managed to suppress the urge to bite her. He was more intrigued by her scent; a young woman who didn't wear perfume. That was certainly not something he had encountered in many years. Reminded him of his mother, as a housewife and not a particularly wealthy one, she never wore perfume. This rare moment of nostalgia seemed to put him out of phase with his hunger and he was able to take control of himself once again. Realizing how long he had been standing there blankly staring at her neck, which was easy to mistake as him looking down her shirt, he decided to finally break the silence. "So, is there a name to go along with this pretty face who I nearly bumped into?"