Originally Posted by MedicalPlutonium
Jon overheard the two talking, and turned his head, getting a glimpse of... was that a fang? Jon quickly turned and shook his head, not sure if it was. Looking again and seeing that it was, his face turned an expression of a mixture of slight interest and wariness, before turning it away to look down at his drink, which was just passed down.
Originally Posted by Ask the Herald
Viktor simply tilted his head slightly to one side as he regarded her with a very clear analytical stare. He took mental note of the fang that was given away by her smile.
"So you say. And what of you? What do you seek to accomplish in this finite existence we all attempt to justify for ourselves?"
The smile vanished, settling hidden eyes upon the man who'd taken an interest in them, or her. The glass would be lifted to her lips, letting the strong whiskey linger upon her tongue before being swallowed down with ease. She'd tug a smoke free from the pack stashed inside her long, black coat as she struck a match across the bar to ignite the tip. Without much more then a glance to Viktor, the flame would touch upon the purple cigarette and burn at the tip causing the embers to illuminate across her visage and the bottom of her helmet.
A single word came in response, tossing the match in the ashtray as she pulled from the cigarette. Her free hand would fall to her side, resting against the hook that the bladed whip hung from, focusing more solidly upon Jon. It may be difficult to tell since he'd have to have been sitting beside Viktor to notice the fang. She may just be looking at Viktor, but those hidden eyes were most certainly upon the new occupant.