[@Morte Angelis]

Maybe that was the reason that the five-foot-seven warlock was staring up at him so strangely, and maybe that was why he looked so confused when he started speaking. Initially he'd been confused by how easily he'd grabbed his hand to study the name in his skin, his talon fingers and everything were plainly visible but he let him hold on to it while he listened to the strange words. This definitely wasn't English and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out and Roderick was definitely not a rocket scientist. Roderick knew some Spanish, a tiny spot of French but none of this was Spanish, English or French and he found himself tilting his head to the tall elven man. 

His taloned hand was dropped and replaced by the wrist that was thrust at him, he took it with light claws and tilted it so he could stare. It was definitely his name, it was marked in the skin cleanly like a tattoo. He'd never seen anything quite like it and he looked up at the other man, trying to understand anything but mostly managing to look very befuddled before glancing back down to his name again and running the sharp tip of one claw just above it. The man was handsome, taller than him with a strong build and he had vibrant green eyes that almost seemed to glow in the dim light from the trees. He would have told him he liked his eyes if he wasn't so sure he might not understand him.

[i]He[/i] surely couldn't understand a single word leaving this tall man's mouth and he could feel his own confusion like a fog before he released his wrist lightly. He didn't want to just sit there clutching it for dear life and now his heart was starting to drum in his ears. This was his soulmate and he definitely wasn't a tree, he wasn't a tree and it was much more terrifying that he wasn't just some oak. He decided to do the most universal introduction of them all and extended a hand for him to shake. The hand was mostly normal but there were long hooked claws instead of fingers, they meshed into the skin at the second knuckle and they were as black as ink and as hard as bone. The ends seemed as sharp as blades and they clicked when they touched each other, they were definitely weird to see.

 "[color=c4df9b]Roderick[/color]," he introduced himself, dipping his head to the tall man before him. "[color=c4df9b]I- do you speak any English? I can't understand your dialect. I mean- I don't speak- What is it that you're speaking? It sounds lovely but I'm not-[/color]" he was blathering before he could stop himself. "[color=c4df9b]I'm a warlock-- we all get some unfortunate marking but the claws are mine and I expected you to freak at the sight of them, many have-[/color]"

His laugh was light, nervous. "[color=c4df9b]Do you even understand me?[/color]"