Alexey just smirked, and asked her in perfect, unaccented English, "Oh? Are you telling me I'm doing Russian wrong? I assure you, it's the real deal, considering I grew up there." He showed her his soul tattoo, glowing as it was. A date, written in regular numbers, and a name in Russian- but translating to "Amena." Alexey glanced at her, and smiled back. 

Offering his arm like a good gentlemen, he told her, "Well, now I know that I am in luck. Fortune favors me today, to find that my soulmate is a beautiful redhead- a rarity from where I come from, making you even more impressive to me. My apologies if my apparel is not matching of yours, or suitable for where we are going- truth be told, I had largely forgotten about this soulmate business, and a friend had to send me in the right direction to catch you here, so timely-like."

By this point, he was shot with nerves and was forcing himself to project a calm, easygoing, relaxed demeanor, unconsciously bolstering his subtle aura to be more powerful, more suggestive. People around him took more notice of them, some staring openly, all of their thoughts turned more towards exactly how Alexey wanted people to perceive him- a handsome, friendly, relaxed man who happened to be very lucky. 

And for the more powerful supernaturals, they suddenly took note of the dragon's presence, and some tensed, searching for whoever was using such a compulsion aura. Most people were staring amiably- but a few others were annoyed, and in a couple peoples' cases, quite aggravated. All by one man who didn't even know he [i]wasn't[/i] an actual human man.