Rafe eyed her, trying to figure out what her deal was. Shy or just not really wanting company? Sometimes it was difficult to tell. She was young and, he thought, most likely a vampire too. Why else would she be in his Bloodlust class? Of course, a lot of the students looked young to him. He'd been twenty seven when he'd been turned, and he was older than even the typical college student. Not that it seemed to matter here, he'd discovered.
"Chess, no," he told her, a smirk playing around his lips. "Guitar, I make a valiant attempt." As if to accentuate his words, he shifted the guitar into position on his lap and chorded a bridge that sounded ominous and dramatic, even on the acoustic. He'd been working on his music more than he had in years since he'd been here. It was actually more enjoyable than he'd thought it would be. His fingers meandered along, turning out something that sounded like the bridge of a moody Spanish song and faded into a quavering lament before he stopped.
Showing off? Maybe a little. It was a typical Rafe thing, much how he'd formed a mini-cyclone with the air outside for Natalia's entertainment the night he'd met her.
"Rafe," he said with a nod when she held out her hand. He extended his own to shake hers, keeping the guitar balanced in his lap. "And yes, we do. Vampire, right?" He thought she probably was, but one never knew. There were, after all, other sorts of creatures in Terrene, maybe even creatures who drank blood.