"We find our time, oui," he said. "The hotel is a strange place, that is certain." Watching as Newt tried out one of the colognes for himself and chuckled. "Yes, people pay money for these things. Back home I wear Drakkar Noir every now and then. "Most of these bottles are only 10 milliliters and yes, that is rather expensive. But back home, 230 dollars might as well be 10 for me. I'm very wealthy."
"They're both beautiful in their way. I grew up in the southern region of France, near a small village called Brioude. Then when I turned twenty in the year 1781, my best friend Nicolas and I moved to Paris at the behest of my mother Gabrielle. One thing lead to another, and then the French Revolution came along and I moved to America, to be in New Orleans. That city is wondrous, I have a couple properties in the French Quarter."
He tucked the handles of his merchandise bag into the crook of his elbow. "Louis and I, we aren't married. Our relationship transcends any mortal bond or connection. He's been my companion and lover for almost three centuries, though we've spent some time apart."
He wasn't sure if Newt had noticed the peculiar sharpness of his teeth, but he wasn't exactly trying to hide it. His skin had a fair amount of color - but that was remnant of his couple days in the sun some years ago. Aside his fangs and his glassy nails, he blended into mortal society quite well. "Well if you're preferring something not so fancy, I'm sure there's a few stores around here that can satisfy your wants. I might suggest Macy's or American Eagle Outfitters - I've never shopped at either but they have nice, inexpensive clothes from what I've seen in their display."