The scent of blood was fresh in the air, a kill had been made and it drew him like a ravenous wolf but it seemed someone had already beat him to the scene. So as he often did he observed from a distance. Most would think the striking female was the source of his interest and they would be quite wrong. His crystal blue gaze was locked on the pallid skin male who to him seemed more akin to his own kind then the human that now filled his trash bag. He possessed such malicious beauty and darkness that matched his own that it transfixed him for a moment as if he were himself held by a trance of the demon barber’s own power but it swiftly passed away as he stepped forward addressing the girl “I believe that depends on your definition of trash” Cold eyes like blue stones would meet Sweeney’s, a gaze that was so alike his own. Another dark creature that wandered the night as if a part of it, clad solely in glorious black with silver buttons and decoration upon his fingers and garments. Lightly his top lip tugged as if to smirk "Do you need help in your heavy burden?"