[After one spends 450 years on Earth primarily alone, due to longevity, people watching naturally becomes a pastime, and Antonio hasn't changed. Even if he were in the process, his kind change so slowly, most humans wouldn't notice, but he's nearby to watch Elanor's display, and he can't help the curiosity that jumps to mind, both at the odd scent, something...ethereal perhaps about her he can't place, likely due to never encountering it before, and then the very real scent of ozone from her flames.
A mage? Here?
He's intrigued enough to follow, falling in step beside her, confident his superhuman agility will allow a quick escape should she choose to turn her flames on him.]
You'll forgive a foolhardy greeting so soon after the rejection of that unfortunately fellow, won't you? I've not seen [or smelled.] you around before. Have you recently arrived? [Before giving her a chance to respond, he inclines his head in a slight bow.] Forgive my lack of manners. My name is Antonio.
i get by with a little help from my friends
A mage? Here?
He's intrigued enough to follow, falling in step beside her, confident his superhuman agility will allow a quick escape should she choose to turn her flames on him.]
You'll forgive a foolhardy greeting so soon after the rejection of that unfortunately fellow, won't you? I've not seen [or smelled.] you around before. Have you recently arrived? [Before giving her a chance to respond, he inclines his head in a slight bow.] Forgive my lack of manners. My name is Antonio.