A odd sound it was. A scream from a strange source. It's silence following the fastening grip on this woman's weapon. This was noticed but not taken as much more than a spell perhaps used for keeping things at bay with fear rather than strength. As he looked into the dead expression of the woman with his own. A swirling color like flames sat in their depth like a shell containing unquenchable fires.

 His emerging smile contrasting the gloom she wore and his brow rose to intrigue as she rejected the farmer status. [I]A drifter[/i] he thought as his right thumb cupped his chin in thought. Accepting his initiation he spoke [b]"Yes indeed you are.. I come from many battles. Ones that legends are made of. My power has cursed me to remain at combat.. unable to appreciate the simplest of fine things life may offer." [/b]As he spoke he expressed grief for his situation and brought himself closer to her with a gentle step. He would stop only a meter before her. Well within his reach. He would look down on her. Taking note his size covering hers in width. His smile was back but it was a somewhat cocky and seductive one with eyes lowered like a bedroom lover.

[B]"I am Magnixx Hanoxx. King of Fotia. Dragonslayer. I seek only a moment to feel those simple pleasures before my next battle... to feel warmth, and to share my own." [/b]Hands spreading out he spoke with an open and inviting posture. "