[u][b]Ink[/b][/u]
Ink turned to the woman making crude gestures at him, apparently mistaking his hungry gazes as lustful. Maybe he should take offense, but he'd hate to taint his first impression to the entire army over something petty. That being said, not contradicting her meant admitting to her accusations, so he shook his head and decided honesty was the way to go. "You got it wrong. I'm just really hungry." This was the truth. "I had a light breakfast and the exalt just so happens to resemble a talented chef I once knew." This was Ink lying through his teeth. He could have just launched into a monologue about his curse, but fuck, what kind of first impression is that?

Not to say that the woman before him was exactly charming. Before Ink even looked at her, he could already sense that she wasn't anything special.
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[/hider]To be more specific, Ink couldn't sense anything from her at all. She was about as magical as a sack of potatoes.

Regardless, Ink offered a genuine smile, exhibiting charm and friendliness in an attempt to smoothly shrug off the scene she had caused. "My name is Ink by the way. Who are you?"