He wasn't quiet as old as he tries to make himself seem, he still had his child like moments that he tends to keep to himself. As Dahlia got closer she'd be able to to hear it was Innagoddadivida he was humming. He felt her coming closer before she ever got to him. He shifted on the been bringing his boots together and his hands on his hips, the cigarette resting between his fingers.
As he peered down at He like he was pretending to be Jack Skellington or something. "greetings and salutations, darling, your looking beautiful today." He flirted a bit, as the Wind blew his hair.