Fracxis caught sight of him in the railway station. A man with a covered face, head down, walking fast was an interesting sight for him. It made him think of a demon mercenary he'd known. When the man turned from the police Fracxis had to get to know him or at least meet him. He followed Aaron outside into the city.
The freezing winter air around Aaron warmed up suddenly, like he'd just gone back inside. It was like standing beside a fire. Fracxis saw Aaron's hand move to his gun and the fae didn't flinch. A gun wouldn't hurt more than a punch, especially not a human's gun. "I couldn't help but notice you're a man on a mission. Perhaps I could get you a cup of coffee? I'd love to know where you're from, cause it certainly isn't Ravenmoore." He offered as he stepped into Aaron's line of sight."
Fracxis was taller than him. He wore a friendly smile with equally as friendly hazel eyes. He had long red hair that rested on his shoulders and was dressed in relatively not warm clothing. He didn't look cold either. In fact, it almost seemed like the heat radiated off of him. "Of course, there's no harm in saying no. Just be careful of what you brandish."