He was watching her warily, stepping back slightly when she began to get closer. He understood that this was her place, and she was probably confused and concerned by his loitering, but he still worried that anyone who got to close would sense what he was and flee. It wasn't exactly easy to make friends when you were one of the unwanted as far as the underworld was concerned, in fact it could give a boy a bit of a complex.
Keiran smiled slightly, reflexively, as he fiddled with the brim of his hat. He was doing his best to keep his hands busy so as not to surprise her with any sudden movements. He could tell there was something other-worldly about her, but was stupefied by the politeness he could hear in her muted tone. "I was simply admiring your house, I haven't seen a dwelling like this in far too long." Raising one hand to point at her house, he cleared his throat.
His tastes in music were rooted in the types of songs one might hear at a wake, but there was something about her that tickled his senses. Had he known she was somewhat used to crazy encounters he might have relaxed slightly. Instead, the mere fact that she was acknowledging him made his shoulders tense.