"Mazone Tetu. Most people pronounce it muh-zone. Pleased to meet you, my lady." Another soothing ear-to-ear grin which he often employed to show off his nigh-impeccable white teeth, a sign of wealth in his own country--though he wasn't sure how one displayed her status here.

He let some silence creep into the exchange before he drew up another batch of words.

"'Lucille', hm? Means 'light' in my native language. Why did your parents name you that?" He had picked up on the edge in her eyes easier than he picked up on her glaring stare. His own sleek hazel eyes met hers with their own disguised intentions, every second that lingered after the end of the pleasantries swelled this guise further. He couldn't quite read her, though. She certainly was elusive. It sounded like she came from a lower part of the country, or maybe he had some of his own prejudices he hadn't checked lately.

	Either way, there had to be something more to this woman. After all, a woman doesn't approach a man without wanting to gain something from him. He learned that the hard way. Now, he would just have to play into her hands, and maybe she'd slip.

[@Yomojo]