Matthew nodded, “Also, he’s got a rule of no Haunting the patrons unless you really can’t avoid it.” He nodded at the mention of the Reaper and the Ghoul, only one of whom he’d met but he knew the type well enough. And they were very good at their jobs, it was the best sort of body disposal because there was literally nothing left, no evidence, no proof, nothing that would tie the disappearances to the Carnival.
“Only because I know you’re curious,” he reassured, “Don’t worry, you aren’t staring.” He chuckled, the sound low and a little husky before he just lifted his shoulders. “How familiar are you with Black Dogs?” he asked, “I know at the very least you’re aware of who and what they are, you smell like Katherine.” It was said simply, as if he had no reason to think that there would be something wrong with that.
He’d never been one to hide who he was if they were aware of the Supernatural, he had no intention of Haunting this individual and he had made a promise to do his best to stay away from being an Omen to anyone in the travelling community that was to be his home. And to be honest, he was… looking forward to it.
“No offence taken." Matthew said easily with another smile, easy and relaxed. "The whole idea of being a Black Dog is to blend in. It’s not all a huge shaggy creature with red eyes all the time. You’d not be very good at your job if you couldn’t get close to people."