[b]Locas Jule[/b]

Ah, he had a name now. Locas always hated not knowing someone's name, so he was already liking this girl well enough. He had a few other questions he needed to ask her, of course, but he felt that standing in the middle of the dining hall wasn't the best place to do that.

"Well, hello there, Miss Meirin. It's lovely to meet you," he said, with a charming charisma that portrayed that he was friendly. He thought he saw the girl blush a bit, but he wasn't sure. "My name is Locas Jule. Might I suggest that we find a table to sit at and converse with each other? Perhaps that one over there?" He pointed to a mostly empty table behind Meirin, smiling. She nodded in consent, and as they started off, Locas took one more look back at where Alaira was sitting. Was it right to just leave her there, alone, on such a festive occasion? He knew she could take care of herself, but he still felt bad about it. It was probably just her resemblance to Avi, and that realization made him feel rather silly about it.

Without further consideration, the human man turned to follow Meirin. As the two sat down, Locas noticed his neutral face had returned, and he quickly changed back to his friendly demeanor. He was trying to make a friend here, after all. He can't allow himself to be so cold and calculating. He smiled at the girl, and placed his arms on the table, knitting his fingers together and using them to prop up his head beneath his chin.

"So, Meirin Kurenai," he started, his charismatic and charming tone reappearing in his voice. "What do you bleed?" He liked this phrase better than others used to inquire about a Blood, because it sounded more artsy and less like an inquiry on a dating profile (he had no clue what a dating profile was, of course, but he felt like this was better than anything that would ever be on one).

Locas searched the girl's eyes, then her face, then her entire upper body as a whole. She seemed slightly uncomfortable, but that might have been for any number of reasons. Still, it meant he'd have to try to put her at ease and cheer her up a bit, so they could hold a conversation. On a different note, he did quite like certain...other aspects of this girl. Her eyes were piercing, and full of emotion; so much so, in fact, that Locas couldn't make out which emotion was which. Her hair was bright, but very beautiful. He decided that he shouldn't mention it, though, as people with noticable traits usually have them pointed out a lot, and that probably got annoying. Didn't want to make her think he felt obligated to talk to her. And then, of course there were her [i]other[/i] assets, which were nice enough, but the man didn't usually put too much weight on them. Attractiveness for Locas was much more based on personality than looks.

Having assessed all of this, and doing a pretty damn good job of concealing his information taking, he adjusted slightly in his seat, waiting for a response.