Her eyes were quickly drawn to the Haunt’s hands at his pockets, Garrick would have been a fool to bring a weapon into Elysia, but one couldn’t be to cautious.
Content with his disarming stance, Vivian matched his grin. “Pleased to meet you, what do you prefer to be called? Something proper, or first name? You may call me Vivian. Although if you insist on propriety, York is my surname and I’m a Succubus.” Suddenly, she felt like her mouth was possessed by Josephine.
“So, where did you hail previously? What brought you here?” Having no qualms about asking such elusive questions.
No, not the eyes, not yet.