Leaning forward, her shirt falling open more while pale blue eyes met pale blue eyes her smile never left her lips "so, Turel what's your story? Or did you just want to get to know each other some place else?" The flash of crimson in her eyes allowed her darkness to become more visible, while ivory fangs extended from her gums in pure desire.

As her hand fell in his, he felt his black heart skip a beat. What was it about Lillith that made him scared yet brave at the same time? He could feel something from her that excited, and terrified him all at once. He had to find out. "Yes. And whatever it may become." He looked upon her beauty closer, noting her perfection. Her full lips, perfect body, ample breasts, and succulent figure. He could almost smell the lust that dripped off of her. Part of him wanted to simply toss everything off the bartop and take her right there, and he almost said, 'what the hell' and did it, but needs for subtlety kept him from doing so.

Lilith's smoky laughter passed across her full lips, then placed the male's mask upon the bartop before placing her slender hand in his own, her fingers were long and her nails perfectly manicured. "The name is Lilith. A pleasure to make your acquaintance and whatever else it may become." she smirked playfully at him, letting her hand linger over his. "Callouses and rough. A man that likes to use his hands I see." She was open with flirting with him for at the moment she had just one need for him. Her tender, kind face didn't seem to match her actions, but that was the benefit of her looks. Her eyes traced over Turel's face taking in every line and curve, the way the shadows played against his skin.

If Vampires didn't blush, this one certainly did. "Thank you." He knew only one other had accepted his flaws, but that person was no longer in his life. He hadn't expected another woman to step into his life ever again, good OR evil. He decided to be a bit more brazen, and turned on his barstool, facing the female before him, extending a simple hand in a friendly handshake gesture. "Turel." He stated simply, then added, "And whom do I address you as? Unless you would prefer 'gorgeous'?"

Raising her free hand towards the males face, with simple movements she had removed the mask that adourned his face, her eyes dancing over the scar while she softly bit her lower lip "mmm now scars just add rugged sexiness" nothing in her tone said she was teasing now. Lilith brought the glass again to her mouth and drank the burgandy colored liquid within while her leg softly swing back and forth, her other hand still holding the male's mask. She had no problem being straight forward, for she felt any other way was just wasting precious time.

Her words were spoken like that of a dark angel as the sounds reached his ears, and he felt her dark gaze casting upon him. S small smirk crossed his lips, the corner of his eye wrinkling up as his cheekbone raised a bit from the smirk beneath the mask. "Seeing as I carry an imperfection hidden beneath this mask, I doubt you would continue to see me as 'handsome' once you set eyes upon it." He said casually, turning his head ever so slightly towards her, his eyes locking to hers for the first time at such a close range. He was definitely drawn to her, and it clearly showed to others.

Upon receiving her glass of wine lilith wrapped her hand around the goblet before swiveling upon the barstool, now looking directly at the male. Crossing her legs she brought the glass to her mouth and sipped the wine, letting the different flavors play over her tongue before swallowing. "Now you can't tell me a man as big and handsome as you has a shy side. Maybe you try to be mysterious to lure poor innocent woman such as myself in then you feed from them and cast them aside." She smiled more over her glass as she studied his profile, her tone partially teasing yet with a seductive quality as well.

He was still self conscious even after all these years about the scar upon his lower law, but even though the technologies had advanced and he had plastic surgery done, he still adorned the black mask that covered that scar up. As she sat next to him, he wanted to stand and walk away, but something told him to stay. And stay he did. Ice blue eyes still casting their gaze upon her through the corner of his eyesockets. He even took a peek at the side of her cleavage, somehow, like with most males, wanting to see just a little more than the side of her breast. But alas with no avail. He returned his gaze back to the bartop and continued sipping his ale quietly, as if he were too bashful to speak to her. He could sense her darkness, and that kept her on the top of his mind.

a sweet, warm smile tugged at the corner of her full lips as her trenchcaot and weapon vanished from sight, revealing the black jeans she wore that hugged her hips perfectly, the black button up shirt that was unbottunoed low enough to flash peeks of her alabaster cleavage as well as with it being tied about her waist, her flat stomach showed as she began to move. Her steps were graceful, and poised as she moved in the direction of the male she had laid eyes, she felt many things radiating from him and that peeked her curiousity. Her eyes at first glance seemed welcoming, but if you were to look deeper you would see the darkness that lived within her. Taking a seat beside the male without asking or waiting to be invited Lilith ordered a glass of wine, her voice as always smokey and sultry, each word pronouned clearly and precise.

Sensing another, he returns the gaze towards her, seeing her shapely figure and radiating beauty. She was indeed beautiful, but there must have been something about her, for he didn't realize his gaze had lingered upon her for a couple of minutes. Fading in from the silence, came a slow, yet energetic techno beat that drowned out the quiet and snapped him back into reality. He returned his eyes back to the bartop, but he found that looking at her was irresistable, and happened to look at her from the corner of his eyes.

Pushing the door open Lilith steps inside, her trenchcoat hiding her shapely form, but the movement of the jacket follows the sway of her hips as she steps further inside. Casting her pale blue eyes over the others, her tender face not revealing any secrets as many eyes fall upon her, drinking in her beauty. She notices the large man hiden in the shadows and her gaze lingers over him a little longer then it had any other being.

Sadness, despair, torment, anger, rage, sorrow. All these are present upon the aura of the male who enters the hallow through wodden doors. Patrons cast their curious gaze upon him as he makes his way to the bar and sits alone in a dark corner near the end of the bartop, ordering a simple pale ale which is served promptly in front of him. Ice blue eyes cast their empty gaze upon the oak bartop as the mug is lifted to his lips and the brown liquid travels down his throat, then is placed back down with a soft thud, and a soft, saddened sigh.