[i]"I appreciate the compliment, but I am not a fan of cherries."[/i]

Noticing the change in Afina’s demeanour, Aram shook his head and laughed, momentarily glancing sidelong at the other two nearby, “You…don’t like cherries? That’s too bad…I do.” Opening his mouth, hard candy gone, the incubus wore a devilish smile as he bit a certain round berry between his teeth, rolling it back over his tongue as he shut his mouth. The reality? Conjuring real fruit was a fractionally more difficult, as opposed to candy…but if it was sweet, well, the gloves could stand to come off every now and then. Still, it was evident from a different sort of energy to humans, she wasn’t.

Stripping the flesh of the tiny piece of fruit from the pit, the corners of Aram’s mouth twitched up to grow his amiable smile, “As it looks like are perfect spots open in my schedule, I have no reason not to join. I feel as if my eyes have been shut for the longest time, thank you for opening them, Afina.” Annunciating her name more playful that pointedly, a good natured laugh, he looked at the two other males. Opening his mouth for his own introduction—

[i]"Hey, Afina. Leo. Sorry I'm late. Didn't realize what today was,"[/i]

Brow quirked up, turning a slight, he tiled his head without his smile diminishing in the least, [i]"Hi, I'm Arte. Artemis Midstark, actually, but you can call me Arte. I'm the Treasurer of The Night Garden."[/i] Looking this young woman up and down, before looking back at those who had already assembled moments ago, the (ex)incubus licked along his top lip as he drummed his fingers on the apron on his arm, “Yes, a real pleasure meeting you all, it really is…it has been rather rude of me, hasn’t it? My name is Aram Pollux…”

Grey gaze flicking back to the president of the club, “Will you be needing my contact information? Some of the other clubs had mailing lists, though not all.”