Ash & Kjell
Ash laughed in response, the sound longer but not any louder than his previous chuckle. And when he grinned, it was noticeably uneven. Some said they had lopsided smiles but he truly did with the right side going much higher and wider than the left. Pushing away from the wall, he crossed to the Nosferatu, leaning against the railing beside him. That was a nice suit, he noted internally, a Toreador had likely made it for him. It was the only way something would fit the lanky frame half-hidden by the crouched position.
"Has anyone ever told you that you are utterly exquisite?" Ash highly doubted it but was polite enough not to say such a thing aloud, "I would beg of you to visit my humble home and model for me so I could photograph you. Then I would carve your likeness from marble. It would be the only medium that could truly capture you." Although he didn't think the so-far nameless Nosferatu would allow it, Ash lifted his hand, intending to stroke his fingers along his muse's cheek and jaw.