His smile was a bit big but well Alastors was quiet creepy if she thought about so really it wasn’t all that off putting though this mans teeth where just as yellow, that reminded her she’d have to Get Her little fawn to brush his teeth more, Hell was bad enough with out adding cavities to the mix. Having your teeth rot out of your head was undoubtedly uncomfortable.
“Are you certain? There’s a way to your gait that I’m familiar with, If you like I can walk with you to where you are going to ensure you get there with out trouble.” she offered Before chuckling
“Oh my Yes I forget, I suppose such offers aren’t common here. Well I don’t think you would believe me if I told you it’s because I am legitimately concerned so… hmm Why don’t I say it’s to make sure you don’t cause anyone else any danger, you’re quiet big after all.” she suggested warmly
So we’ll pretend it’s for some sort of wholly selfish perfectly reasonable for hell reason, and not because I’d hate to see someone hurt because they allowed themselves to indulge.”
Velasco rubbed his aching head, honestly slightly embarrassed that someone noticed his hangover. Still, he appraised her words very carefully, like he was searching for hidden motives. “Hmm... Interesting. You show compassion not common in Hell, dear lady. Well I shall not shun the company.” He gave her a short bow, not wanting to make the pounding in his head even worse by letting all the blood rush to it.
“I am Father Velasco de Leon. Whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?” He asked, politely. It always did his heart good to see such politeness and compassion, but he also knew that there was always strings attached. This strange woman was interesting, and he was quite curious to see what her game was.
