( with the scarf falling she can see the rather horrific surgical alterations. it seems even more pointless and cruel than the first, marking him as other to anyone that looked at him. reminding him of what had been done to him with every glance in the mirror, or the ache from trying to use a jaw that had been forcibly changed.

she doesn't actively comment on it, even if there's a subtle change in her expression. her frown tilting a little deeper. but she doesn't feel the need to remind him of what he likely couldn't hope to forget. )

You seem like a Romeo to me, ( she muses. what with the romance novels, the shoe seems to fit. that said, his name was duly noted. will she ever actually use his name? jury is out, when there's a huge selection of mildly condescending pet names she could use instead. however, as he tries to fuss with his scarf she reaches out to fix it for him, tying it to make sure it doesn't slip but softly enough it doesn't result in any pressure. ) Carmilla. Remember what I said, go look for Austen or something. Perfect pining and courtly romance, none of the sleaze.

( it's a dismissal, of sorts. her curiosity is not satisfied, but none of the questions she has are likely to be easily answered, and certainly not by the victim. )