*she looks up at him with a look of shock and awe before her gaze settles into something friendly and warm.*
"Wow... you are quite impressive. Tall, strong, and yet somehow, refined. Do you perhaps have time to talk with a lonely lady such as myself? Care to exchange stories?"
-Fulgrim regarded the small human. His sparkling eyes looked at her with with a playful sidelong glance as he slithered closer to her. Such odd creatures, humans. Most wished to fight him, want him, or wish things of him. And most of those are heavy and passionate. But it's this friendly, gentle glance she gives him. Warm, friendly, and in total disregard of who and what he is. Brazen, ignorant, and perhaps a bit innocent. The smile on his face was a warning of playful impishness, and perhaps more.-
Madame, I always have time to talk with lonely hearts, and stories to share? My dear, I am but a pamphlet. If you want stories, you could ask my brother, Magnus, now he is a teller of tales.
-He said with a rumbling playful chuckle. He chose to down play himself, only so he could embellish more when she "coaxed" more tales out of himself, as to make her stroke his ego though faux humility.-