Her hasty departure was halted by his voice. Turning on her heel she gave him a beaming smile and extended her hand. “I did not properly introduce myself it would seem. Selene, vampire bitch, not that vampire bitch, but well...as you said not human.” Clearly he must not be either if he picked up on her so quickly.
If she ever heard a man complain about the mood swings of a woman she would likely slap the teeth from his mouth. Still holding out her hand she let the big smile fade to something warmer, more inviting. Her voice grew lower as she inched closer. “This is the part where you tell me your name.” She encouraged with amusement in her tone and mirth in her eyes.
“I do not run off.” She corrected. “But I also do not force the unwilling to endure my company.” Well then. A drink. Selene really didn’t know her way around much at all. She had not ventured out to find any club or other entertainment. The safest place she knew of was the church thanks to Willow.
“Whiskey, right? Possibly burbon?” Nothing fancy she would venture to guess. Certainly not wine. Something aged well to compliment the flavor of his cigar, tequila wouldn’t do that, neither would rum. Gin was too pretentious for a man like this, she determined as she took in all the small details about him.