He didn't take his eyes off the vampire as he walked over. He wondered if this one was good at reading people. Could he see on Danil's face that he did care who he was in the past, or who he was to anyone else, that to him he was nothing to even blink at, another vampire. He wasn't scared of them anymore. His own bloodlust scared him more, his own growing desire to fight, his growing violence.
He pushed the cards toward the other, not asking his name, he figured if he passed this test--because he thought it was a test--he'd probably find it out. "Shuffle the deck till it feels right to stop, think about what it is you want to know about, then hand it back." He instructed. He needed the other to have his hands on the cards or he didn't believe in his own reading, and he needed to believe in his reading.