For someone without a taint, he certainly talked like an Elder Kindred. Which was to say...a lot. Prose oozing with metaphor and grandeur and impressiveness.

Well. She had heard that there were some vampires capable of masking their taint. Maybe he was one of them. It would explain why he had any interest in her, she supposed.

Apart from her hair, which was just awesome.

Her guard was back up, if only a little bit.

"I paint," she admitted.