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The Docks are located in Salazen Grum, just before the Crimson Sea. It serves as the port for ships and is nearly abandoned since people rarely go to set sail in the treacherous sea and rarely do people come back alive.

Ryne sighed and crouched onto the ground. He pulled down his dark black mask and took a quick glance around him. It seemed vacant and open enough compared to the other places he had seen and he didn't mind at all. In all honesty, he just needed some time to relax and practice some magic without accidentally hurting or freaking anyone out. The red soldier planned on doing that in the Whispering Woods, but he ended up going through an unintentional interrogation session instead. Although, Ryne didn't mind coming to the Docks, the fact that it was old, abandoned, and near a dangerous body of water gave him the creeps.
He straightened himself out, pulled off his gloves, and held his bare hands in front of him. He stood there silently for a moment, trying to think of a command.

Seraphine walked down to the docks, dressed in her usual jeans, loose fitting shirt and leather jacket with heeled boots. Her blue eyes grazed the docks and she frowned slightly when she saw someone already on the docks. She walked over and ran a hand through her hair so it was out of her face and instead fell down her back in waves. She stepped onto the docks, her heels making a hollow echoing noise that traveled through the wood. "Hello" she said, calmly flashing a smile at the man, her fangs glinting in the sun.

Surprised at the sudden voice, Ryne's concentration broke as he quickly yanked his bare hand back and towards his dangling mask, pulling it back up frantically to cover his face. He turned to see who was coming and spotted a smiling girl before placing a hand on the hilt of his dagger. The weird thing was her teeth, no, fangs. Most likely a vampire or something. He cursed under his breath. Just when he thought he was alone. It just seems like he could never get a moment of peace to himself.
Ryne straightened himself out and took a deep breath in. "Hello," he replied quietly, trying to keep the surprise out of his voice.

Seraphine watched his reaction and laughed, a sound like ice cubes on glass. When she was done she studied the man before her and tilted her head slightly. "What're you doing down here?" she asked, slipping her hands into her pockets and looking out across the water, taking a moment to control her hunger. She had come down to the docks to relax and get away from the people of the city but had forgotten to eat in the process. She was good at controlling her hunger but it took most of her concentration and she didn't want to let her guard down around the armed man, especially since she didn't recognize him and wasn't sure what side he was on.

The soldier turned his head and looked out onto the water, avoiding eye contact with the stranger. Ryne hesitated. Was she friend or foe? He had never seen her before and he had to admit that she looked a bit intimidating.
"Not much really," he answered casually. It wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn't the truth either. Ryne slipped his hands into his coat pockets and snaked his hands into his gloves that were previously stored there. "Why are you here?" He asked, somewhat echoing her question to him. Although it was rare for him to come here, the docks were usually empty and no one was around whenever he visited, so this was new.

Seraphine shrugged "A break from the city" she said, returning her gaze to him, her pupils pin points "I like to be alone to think." Her voice was low for a girl but in a smooth pleasant way, even though it was a bit strained. "Being around people too much is annoying. This place is usually deserted" she said, walking a bit past him, frowning when the wind blew her hair into her face again. She was curious as to what the man had been doing before she showed up and as to why he had a mask covering his face. She pushed her hair out of her face again and turned to look back at him, her blue eyes taking him in.

Ryne nods in understanding. "I see," he sighs. He returns his gaze to the girl, his brown eyes blinking with curiousity. "Sorry if my question puts you off but, are you on any certain side in the war?" he asks carefully. The pawn pauses. He winces and bites his lip hesitantly, an action hidden by his mask. Not the wisest question he ever told. It was surely suspicious. Ryne himself fights for the Red Hearts and so far, most people didn't really seem to support his choice. He turns his head away again. He pulls his hand out of his pocket and lets it hang by his side where one of his hidden weapons were located. If she decides to attack, he could easily draw a weapon to defend himself at a moment's notice.

Seraphine watched him, her expression staying the same "Nah. I think the war is a waste of time." She said, she had made the mistake of telling a stranger she was the Lady in Waiting for the White Princess of Hearts before. The stranger had ended up being on the Red side of the war. She chose her alias after that and had manage to not make the same mistake before. "And yourself?" she asked, resting her hands on her hips. She mindlessly poked at one of her fangs with her tongue, drawing blood from it and frowning, her pupils dilating a bit. She closed her mouth and took a deep breath, keeping an eye on the strangers hand, looking for any sign that he would attack.

Ryne gave a small shrug of his shoulders, deciding to hide his status as a pawn. "I guess I just kind of linger. Sometimes here, sometimes there," he replied coolly. Itching to move, Ryne kicked the dirt beneath his feet, sending up a small cloud of brown dust into the air. He watched the brown dissipate into the air. "So, how long have you've been coming to the docks? Most people would avoid this place, considering that the sea is dangerous," he says.

Seraphine watched the cloud dissipate and shrugged "A couple of years" she said, looking back at his face. "I like it because it's dangerous and causes people to stay away." She said with another smile. "Danger can give a nice rush." She said, moving forward towards the end of the dock, twisting her hair into a bun. She stared out across the water, taking in the waves and the calm air. "There's a lot of tales about what happens out there. I'm curious as to how many are true" she turned to face him again, her fangs making small indents in her lower lip, her pupils dilating further. "How long have you been coming to the docks?"

Ryne listened to the girl talk and was snapped back to reality when she asked him a question. He thought for a moment, trying to recall his first visit here. "Actually, I don't really remember," he admitted, looking back at her. Half of it was a blur. Being half demon made him semi-immortal and that seemed to make time fly by faster. His earliest memories by the docks was a long time ago and it seemed like forever since he last visited. "It feels like a long time, so my best guess is a couple of years," he says. Internally, Ryne scoffed at himself. More like a couple of decades. Heck, probably even centuries.

Seraphine watched the man and tilted her head. "Whats your name?" she asked, she was curious as to what he was hiding behind the mask and curious at more of what he wasn't telling her. She knew she could easily read his mind if she wanted to, but she didn't care enough to invade the strangers mind. She slipped out of her jacket, having overheated in the sun and slung it over her arm, tattoos peaking out from under her tank. She slipped a hand into her back pocket, waiting for an answer, her blue eyes cold and looking bored.

His eyes still unfazed, Ryne tilted his head up in thought. The demon contemplated telling his name to this girl. After all, she was a stranger and that wasn't the only problem. He had two names. There was Ezra and there was Ryne. He never trusted anyone with his real name, but his alias was more commonly used when he was fighting with the Reds.
Finally, he spoke up, countering her question with a question of his own. "Why do you want to know?" Ryne asked curiously. "If anyone bothers looking for me, I have a mask. It's hard to match a person with a name if you don't have a face, so why bother?" he thought to himself.

Seraphine shrugged "I'm a curious person" she said, taking a deep breath through her nose, using more of her concentration to control her hunger. She silently chastised herself for not remembering to eat before she had come down to the docks. It wasn't that she had to eat very often, but she had been eating less because she had been getting distracted by what she told herself were more important things. Not only that but she was usually alone at the docks and didn't have to worry about getting hungry around other people.

Ryne sighed in exasperation. Judging by her tone of voice and her stance, he knew that she would just keep pushing until he could stall no more. Even if he did take the time to think of a fake name, she might notice that he was lying with the amount of time he was using up. His hands twitched. Looks like he has no choice.
"Ryne," he answered clearly, using his regular alias. He took his hands out of his pockets and let his thumbs dangle from them. "Ryne Reinhart," he added. "What's yours?" Ryne asked quietly.

Seraphine looked at him and frowned slightly, she recognized the name but wasn't sure where she had heard it before. "Angel Johnson" she replied calmly. Her alias was pretty new and she had barley used it, so she knew there was little chance anyone could connect her fake name to her real name and status. Using her alias had bugged Seraphine at first because she felt it was a lie, and she hated lying. She hadn't told a lie since long before her parents were killed; but using the alias did't bug her as much anymore when she remembered her mom used to call her Angel, so it wasn't technically a lie. It wasn't her real name but it was a nickname.

Ryne nodded to her in acknowledgement and turned his head back towards the water. "Well, nice to meet you then, Angel," he says. Despite what he said, he was probably more wary of Angel now that she knew his name, even though she didn't seem to be attacking him anytime soon. Although he almost easily surrendered his name, Ryne was not going to take off his mask, which he kept on for personal and safety reasons. Since the mask only covered his nose and under, some people could easily remember the top half of his face. However, it was still hard to match a people without their entire face uncovered.

"Nice to meet you too Ryne" Seraphine said, her voice sounding a bit distant. She was looking out over the water again, watching something move under the water.She was distracted trying to figure out where she had heard the name before, as well as by thinking of the food she'd have when she got home. I hope there's live prey.... unless there's human, even if it is bagged She had always hated bagged blood, preferring the hunt, and the taste of adrenalin in the preys blood, but she enjoyed human blood over anything else. Realizing she had been distracted, Seraphine dragged herself back to reality and gave her head a small, sharp shake. "so what do you like to do in your spare time Ryne?"

"Not much, I guess," Ryne replies. "Just walking around Wonderland," he stated. The land of madness never seemed to bore him. Albeit dangerous at times, there was always new and strange places to explore and he had always liked being able to wander freely during his free time. It gave him time to find new places.
Ryne stared into the deep flowing water. "So, what about you?" He asked. "Do you have any hobbies?"

"Mostly training and reading" Seraphine said, slipping her hands into her pockets. It wasn't that she didn't have other interests, it was that she didn't have very many friends to do things with because of her blocked off nature and the way she rarely opened up to people, rarely let them in. Training and reading were easy to do by herself and keep her distracted. She also enjoyed walking around Wonderland, it seemed like there was always something new to discover, something new to explore. One of her favorite places to be next to the docks was the woods, especially in the dark

"Really?" Ryne asked with a surprised tone in his voice. "What do you train for then?" He asked. He was curious to know why. The most training he had seen was when he was with the others while they were going through drills or just practicing their weapons and techniques. Even though he knew people trained outside of the war, Ryne never knew anyone who would do it for their own leisure. Maybe it was for self defense? He looked over to Angel, awaiting her answer.

"Self-defense." Seraphine said with a shrug, her gaze travelling back to his face. "It's also a good way to stay in shape and a good way to deal with anger and frustration" she said, grinning and flashing her fangs again. Anger management was one of the biggest reasons, next to the fact that it was required as part of her job. She was excellent at keeping her anger in check, even when she didn't get her way, but if it built up to much she could lose control and it usually ended badly. Hitting things in training seemed to help. She didn't understand why Ryne was so surprised, she assumed lots of people would train, especially with the war going on. But then again, neutrals probably wouldn't need the skill, most of them were protected.

"Ah, okay," Ryne mused, giving her a nod. He could understand that. Even he needed to release some steam after awhile and the best way was to hit something or in his case, release his magic, but he preferred to do it by himself in case he accidentally hurt someone in the process. However, it was getting a bit harder to find an empty place without bumping into people. With all the searching, Ryne found out that walking and exploring by himself did a similar effect on him, so he ended up doing that more instead.
"Sorry to ask, but do you have fangs?" He asked quietly and hesitantly. During their talk, Ryne suddenly remembered seeing a flash of sharp teeth in Angel's mouth and was suddenly refreshed when she smiled again. But this time, he couldn't help but ask.

Seraphine grinned again, slightly surprised that Ryne had asked. She never made a point of hiding them unless she was in an area around hunters. She knew it was a bad habit, as anyone could be a hunter but she often forgot she had them on display. "Yeah I do." She said, pulling her lips back from her teeth, her pupils going to pricks again as her fangs grew a bit longer before she closed her mouth a bit, her pupils returning to normal. She knew that if Ryne had been a hunter she'd either be feeding or dead by now. Hunters wouldn't have had to ask if she had fangs. And if he was a hunter, she assumed he'd be pretty new to the job and with the adrenalin that came from the fight and the hunger mixed she'd be able to easily take a new hunter.

Ryne's eyes glinted in amusement, surprised by her openness and tone of voice. "Oh okay," he mumbled. "So you're a magical being then?" He asked. Even though he was a mystical creature himself, a hybrid in fact, Ryne still felt awkward asking others about their species and heritage. It was a somewhat annoying and personal question he felt uncomfortable answering himself, so he wasn't going to push her to speak if she didn't want to talk about it or even mention it.

Seraphine nodded "Yeah. I'm a vampire" she said with a shrug. "A lamia in fact, the kind that is born vampires" She said, tilting he head and studying him. "My turn to ask some questions. Whats with the mask?" she asked. It had been bugging her since she arrived and he had pulled it on. Seraphine was very curious about things she couldn't know so the fact that he had the mask on was driving her up the metaphorical wall. She wanted to know if it was just hiding his face or if there was a nasty scar or injury he didn't want o show off. She had been tempted more than once to reach out and pull it off, but she wouldn't do that. She kept telling herself it didn't matter.

Ryne nodded and let her ask her questions, but his expression instantly fell when she asked about his mask. Most people would ask about that right away, so it wasn't a first or anything. It was just another thing he didn't like talking about. Almost unconsciously, Ryne adjusted his mask, pulling it up higher. "Not much. Identity, safety, gift, personal reasons, however you want to look at it really," he answered as he shoved his hands into his pockets. Although that wasn't the exact truth, he still didn't know why he was telling Angel all of this. He had just met her today and he's just spilling answers out like water. "Maybe it's because it has been awhile since I had a casual talk like this," his mind guesses.

Seraphine frowned slightly "Do you always wear the same one? 'Cause if you do someone is bound to recognize it, that isn't the best way to hide identity." She said, looking down at his hands before back at what she could see of his face. She wasn't convinced he was telling the full truth but she knew better than to push it. She didn't want to aggravate Ryne and either wind up being attacked or scaring him away. Since she lacked friends she took the conversation when she could get it.

Ryne shook his head. "No, I have a couple actually," he admitted. His mask covered his slightly embarrassed face. He collected a few and switched every so often, but he liked his current mask the best out of all of them. His main reason for keeping them is to hide his identity and emotions while out in public with minimal effort. Although not likely, it is possible someone might try to hunt him down for whatever reason. It was much easier than using magic or changing something like his hair every single day. The other part was just for amusement and even though he didn't like admitting it, fashion. Watching everyone's face when he shows up with nothing but a bare face was surely a sight to see. However it was rare for him to take it off around people. It usually meant his trust for others.

Seraphine nodded "Smart" she said, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes a bit in frustration. She desperately wanted to see his face, but she wasn't about to rip off the mask. She slipped her hands into her pockets and rocked back onto her heels and then back onto the balls of her feet, looking out over the water again and thinking about what species he was. She couldn't quite pick up on what vibes she could pick up on human, but also something else. She loved mystery but too much of it annoyed her. Biting her lip, she turned back to look at Ryne "One more question." She said, pushing a stray piece of hair out of her face. "You don't have to answer it, but what species are you?" She asked, tilting her head.

Ryne rubbed the back of his head. "I'm a hybrid," he answered, not really specifying a certain mix of species. To be honest, for the first years of his life, he never knew exactly what he was since he didn't know who or what happened to his parents. It was a hard and tedious process trying to figure out who or what he was and it took him a heck of a long time. With that said, after a couple of years, Ryne concluded that he was most likely a mix between a demon and a witch or warlock. It was usually a bit hard answering questions about his species because even though he was almost positive about his heritage, there was always a small chance that his answer was incorrect.

Seraphine studied him. "Interesting" she said, her eyes lighting up a bit. He smelled delicious. She had no idea what a hybrid would taste like but she thought it would be perfect. She wasn't about to try, no matter how much she'd like to. She was raised better than that and she didn't like to hunt innocents. When she did hunt a living person they were guilty of something and she was given permission. She knew if she attacked for no reason she would be in deep trouble. She brought her attention outward again and shifted her weight, lifting her gaze back to his face from where it had wandered to various arteries on his body. "I've never met a hybrid before."

Ryne gave a half of a smile, which was hinted with his eyes still crinkling by the corners. "I don't know anyone else who is," he says with a shrug. "The only crossbreed I know of is me. If there is another one in Wonderland, I'd like to meet them." He crouched onto the ground, rested his arms on his knees, and looked over to Angel curiously. "So, anyways, you're a vampire right? We've been talking for awhile, so don't you need blood or anything?" He asked. He had constantly heard of vampires before, but the most he had heard of was the usual stereotypical and cliche vampire stories and he wasn't sure whether to trust them or not.

Seraphine looked down at him and nodded. "Yeah. but not because we've been talking for a while, but because I haven't eaten yet today. i can go for quite a while without eating actually. The hunger isn't overwhelming yet." she said with a shrug. Her throat was a bit sore and her mouth a bit dry but it wasn't anything she hadn't dealt with before. The worst thirst she remembered having was when she had escaped from the hunters that killed her parents and nearly killed her. She had been bleeding badly and ran for two days before she stopped in a town. The pain in her throat had almost equaled the pain in her side, made from the wood. She couldn't breathe properly as her oxygen came from the blood she drank, not from the air. After the pain had taken over she didn't remember anything but waking up and being covered in another creatures blood and feeling fine with her wounds healed but scared. She had made a promise to herself after that that she would never lose control that badly again.

Ryne nodded. "Oh okay, so you'll be fine?" He asked just to make sure. At first, he was going to offer to either go hunting or maybe even offer some of his blood since he healed and regenerated quicker than regular humans. However, there was two things to consider. Angel was still a stranger and could possibly kill him or probably something worse if she wanted or she might react badly to his blood since she probably never tried his type of blood, especially since it was a mix of two different magical species. Either way, he decided against that and kept his mouth shut. "So, what exactly are lamia vampires and how are they different from others?" He asked, moving onto a different topic.

Seraphine nodded at his first question and sat down cross legged. "Lamia are born vampires. We age like humans, if we want. We can choose to stop againg at anytime and if we want to start aging again at any time we can. But all of the years would catch up at once. I chose to stop ageing at he age of 19. I can stay 19 forever, but if I chose to start aging again in a thousand years, then it would hit me like a brick wall and I would instantly look like a one thousand year old old lady" She said with a smile "Plus our abilities tend to be more honed and it's a bit harder to kill us. We can also have children of our own." She said, looking up at the sky. The legend of the Lamia was that they had descended from a witch who had used a spell to make herself immortal, and the consequence was to drink blood. she had been the first and she turned other humans and had gotten pregnant by one of them and that's where the line of Lamia began. There were a lot more turned vampires but there was no difference in rank of the Lamia and turned vampires. Just a slight difference in abilities.

Ryne laughed quietly at the old lady comment. "Guessing by what you're saying, there must be many different types of vampires, huh?" He inquired. "And they all have different abilities and histories," he rephrased under his breath. Ryne sits quietly for a minute, processing the information into his brain. Soon, he smiles and turns back to the water. "Oh okay, I think I got it now," he declares. Just talking about all the species made him wonder about all of the other species and what he didn't know. There was a vast majority of different races and there was a lot to learn if he wanted to improve anything, including his knowledge.

Seraphine smiled and nodded "Many different abilities and histories" she agreed with a grin. "You can't get away with muttering things under your breath. I can hear everything" She said, leaning forward a bit "All vampires have enhanced speed, senses, and strength" she said, studying him. She wanted to know more about him and his abilities but didn't want to push it on him. She thought that if she told him enough information about her species he'd tell her more about his. Not that she'd tell him anything that would aid in him injuring her. She wasn't an idiot.

"Well, it's your turn to ask some questions," Ryne reminded her. He pivots slightly on his feet so that he can look at her, waiting for Angel to say anything. He was curious to see what she might ask.
However, he was still enjoying this back and forth conversation. It wasn't like an interrogation or anything serious like that. It was almost casual and calm, like they were friends and not enemies, even though they were strangers. Ryne bit his lip. He frowned, finally realizing that he hadn't had a nice chat like this in a long time.

Seraphine smiled. "Awesome... What can you do?" She asked, watching him. If he was a half human hybrid she could probably guess his powers if she knew what his other half was but she wasn't sure at all. "And What are you? I know you're a hybrid, but of what species?" She asked, looking up at him. Her blue eyes were filled with curiosity. It had been a while since she had talked to anyone, let alone in a conversation like this. Her few friends had been busy for the past little while, most of them being pawns and the most they saw each other was in training.

Ryne blinked. It was complicated explaining his mixed species. "Well," he started, putting a thumb on his chin. "I'm part demon and something like a wizard, I guess," he said slowly. He winced slightly at his declaration, partly because the strange mix seemed to scream monster. Ryne went on explaining. "From what I learned, I'm can heal pretty quickly and I can use magic," he summarized. There was a bit more to that, but it was pretty much his powers in general, with an exception of the simpler ones. To name an example, he had telepathy, but he absolutely hated using it because he wasn't quite sure how it worked and usually ended up invading some other people's minds by accident. Mostly, Ryne depended on his magic. However, it took a serious toll on his body if he overexerted himself. Unfortunately, he learned that the hard way and he couldn't stand properly or use his powers for weeks.

Seraphine tilted her head and studied Ryne. "Interesting." she said, leaning forward a bit. "You aren't exactly sure what you are?" She asked, then dropped her gaze, pulling her mind back from his. "Sorry. I can't always control my powers when hungry." She said, which was true. She hadn't meant to read his mind, but she had sensed a thought cross his mind more than once, and she had been curious about it, but focused on not reading it. Reading peoples minds could reveal things you didn't want to know. Seraphine only liked to use her power when she absolutely needed to. Like in interrogations or situations where she was sure people were lying to her about something big. It's how she weeded out the true friends from the liars. But sometimes when she let her curiosity get the better of her, or she was hungry she would accidentally reach out.

Ryne went wide eyed with shock. She heard that? But he didn't say anything about that out loud, did he? Did she have telepathy like him? "U-uh," he stammered, unsure of what to say. He never told anyone about his parents before. They disappeared when he was barely a child, leaving him to fend for himself. He had no memory of them. Regaining his speech, he steadied himself, trying not to burst into denial or anger. "No, it's okay," he says with a weak smile and a sigh. "Well, now that you heard that, I'm guessing you want to know?" Ryne asks hesitantly.

Seraphine looked back up at him. "Want to know the tragic back story?" She asked, prodding at a fang with her tongue again, it was a nervous habit. "Only if you want to tell it. We can do an exchange if you'd like." She said. Her parents had been killed when she was a child, and she had barley gotten away with her life. She had many scars, which were now covered by a tattoo. She wasn't very closed off about what had happened to her parents. If people wanted to know she'd tell them. She used to keep it quiet because it had hurt, but it had been nearly eleven years and she had had time to adjust.

"You don't have to tell me yours," Ryne says shaking his head. "I don't have much to say really, but I guess I'll tell you since you're must be really curious," he says with a small laugh. He rubs the back of his head before continuing. He took a deep breath. "I don't know my parents," he confesses. Ryne rubbed his hands together. "No memory of them or who they are. Just nothing. I just remember waking up in Wonderland by myself and that's about it. I had figure out what my parentage was like and I kind of had to guess from there," he recalled.
He was alone for the first years of his life before being taken in by who he considered his family. Ryne was thankful for them, but he had to leave them when he left to join the war. Unfortunately, he never gets to see them often and communication is pretty hard.

Seraphine tilted her head. "That must have been hard." She said with a frown. She had always thought having her parents killed was the worst thing that could have happened, but when she thought about it, it would have been just as bad not knowing your parents at all. Growing up with so much mystery and confusion about yourself would be pretty hard as well. She was glad she had been able to know her parents, they were good people. She often wished she had more time with them though, but she was glad she was taken in as the lady in waiting for the white princess of hearts shortly after her family was killed. There was a few people there that she considered family.

The demon closed his eyes. "No, actually I got over it awhile ago," he tells her. Some days he would think about his parents. Yes, even though he was still angry at them for leaving without a trace, it was probably for a good reason. If they were there, he probably wouldn't meet all the people he had met. In a way, he was thankful, but still bitter about the situation. It was a bit cliche, he had to admit, but it was true. Ryne opened his eyes, feeling relieved to get that off his chest. It was nice to vent to someone.

Seraphine nodded. "People who don't suffer through tragedy think the ones that do can never move on and be happy again." she said, shaking her head. She still got the looks of pity and sadness when she she told people about her parents. Even her closest friends would apologize if they complained about their parents. Seraphine found it quite annoying. "Time does heal mos wounds" she said with a simple shrug. If he said he was over it she was going to believe him, she knew how annoying it was for people to push the grief onto you, acting like the wound would still be new. Sure, there were situations where she missed her parents, like the family events around the kingdom, but the pain was no longer crippling and she could go about on regular days without thinking about them at all.

"Yeah." Ryne nods in agreement. "Although it was hard, it was an adventure in itself to find out about my parentage," he adds. He held his hand out and mumbled something under his breath. In the middle of his palm, a small eruption of water flew out of thin air before evaporating into nothingness. Ryne smiled to himself. It was one of the more simpler tricks he learned by himself a couple years ago. He pulled his hand away and placed it back onto his lap. He turned his attention back to Angel and gave out a small chuckle. "Sorry, I've been meaning to practice some things since I got here."