Oh yes, I hate when they throw you like that....
Sasha gave him a delicate shake, a smile curving as he was introduced. "You're not one of them?" Sasha asked in a more hushed voice, his brow raising in interest. There was a power in the room that elevated off the both of them, that no mere mortal could accumulate.
In the girl's excitement, Sasha's eyes lit up and it was clear who and what he was, even if he had not specified to his new acquaintance. Suzie looked to Sasha, so many choices running through her head. "Sasha?" she said with doe-filled eyes. "What do you think?" She and the other girls may not realize how he was their master, their keeper even in giving them the freedom to roam. He clung to them and they thrived off of his influence. "You choose, cheri," he said sweetly, but it was not the answer she was looking for. His eyes turned devious, tracing a finger against her bare shoulder blade, to where she had decided it was going to go. "You like the flower, don't you," though it wasn't really a question, more of him showing how well he knew those he influenced.
She nodded now looking at Eddie with a bright smile. "The flower, yes," she paused with a finger to her lip. "with purples, reds and beauty written underneath this," she said pointing towards the ribbon design he had showed her.