Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20161216022828/@comment-25389303-20161216220810

It took a moment for Diaboli to realise that the young woman who had entered the shop earlier was actually speaking to him, and when he did his mind went blank. He wasn't used to random people walking up to him and trying to engage in conversation - and it was only then that he became acutely aware of this fact.

After several seconds of awkward silence, he eventually replied with:

"Who goes to a coffee shop if they're not into caffeine?" he said, mentally kicking himself since he was that exact kind of person, and that he had unintentionally used his usual cocky voice.

As surprising as it may seem for a man of his situation, Diaboli had never once in his life actually had to use a second identity. He may have had to use a fake name once or twice, but he'd never actually had to actually pretend to be someone else. It was then that he also realised that wearing his distinctive collapsable whip on his wrist and patchwork clothes probably wasn't the smartest idea when walking around in public.

Diaboli quickly looked her up and down, doing his best not to make it seem creepy. Not that he really cared, but he could do without the drama. There was nothing particularly distinctive about her that made him think that she could be a Huntress or an undercover cop, but something didn't quite seem right about her. He normally had a pretty good memory when it came to faces, but he was almost certain he'd never met her before, or at least never seen her face.

''Never seen her face... ''

He felt a sinking feeling in his stomach as possible identity of the woman passed through his mind. Her height and voice seemed to match, and it wasn't like he knew anyone else in Vale. Beyond that, though, there really wasn't much reason to assume anything. Even so, he didn't feel like he could simply let it go either. Eventually, he decided to test the waters a little.

"It's not everyday you meet a dragon at a coffee shop, though..." he carefully hinted, trying to make it seem like an offhand comment. She'd probably think he was crazy, but he nonetheless watched for her reaction out of the corner of his eye.