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After a while Samael finally emptied his drink and, deciding that the fellow sitting next to him was an altogether unfruitful effort at the moment, he rose from his seat and ventured back to the tavern's main sitting area. He'd felt the gazes of several beings during his reprieve, and sensed their true natures even clearer than that. There were a few interesting entities, though the one that drew the angel's attention the most at the moment was a lithe woman standing on the far side of the room, watching everyone else like a hawk. Observant, quiet, and withdrawn. That was good. These kinds of people were always the most promising prey due to their burning desire to do more, and their inherent inability to actually achieve that desire without some form of outside help.

Help from entities like him.

Putting on his friendliest face, he sauntered his way over to spark up a conversation.

"Hello!" he said, extending his hand for her to shake. "I hope I'm not being too forward, but I thought I'd come over and introduce myself."

He gave a measured pause to allow his target time to adjust - thereby avoiding a large amount of discomfort - before passing his name.

"My name's Samuel, but most people call me Sam."