The moment he stepped through her door Anastasia's eyes were perusing him over. She made no attempt to hide that she was doing so. To do so would be to try and hide what she was. As a Toreador the show she put on display now was to be expected. They were after all considered the divas of the Kindred. They were also considered the perverts. The hedonists. Anastasia might argue that pervert was far too crass a word but it's about all that she could argue.
"My, aren't you just a tall drink of water. Or blood in our case." The smile that tugged the corners of her lips was genuine as she crossed the room and offered up one of the glasses. To say that she was keeping strange company these days was one way of putting it. First a Gangrel and now a Brujah. However unlike many of her clan who automatically turned up their noses at some of what they considered the 'lesser' clans. Anastasia could find something of beauty and value in each. Even the Nosferatu.
Peering up at Leo, Anastasia's eyes continued to feel him out. This time it was what she could see when she took the time to search what she could see in his eyes. That bottled rage. That fragile hold on something called humanity that she had already been able to tell by his complexion was there in his eyes as well. Inside of scaring her away, both just drew her in like a moth to the flame. "And please, do call me Anastasia. Miss Thorne sounds so formal and business-like and I rarely like to mix business with pleasure."