Kerr squeezed the hand eagerly, raising his eyebrows. The guy was definitely nervous - enough so that he\'d completely forgotten to return the favour of a name by which he might be addressed. That only increased the vampire\'s suspicions, as did the smell of him when he got close enough.
He\'s not human, that\'s for damn sure, was his first thought, but beyond that... he had nothing. The smell was strong, but not overpowering; he doubted a mortal would even notice it. The odour had a... muskiness... to it that tickled his nostrils, reminding him of the sensation of wanting to sneeze... though... the scent was not pungent enough to cause it to happen. He cocked his head, his eyebrows - previously lifted in query - dropping into a frown of consternation as he tried to place that smell...
It wouldn\'t come to him. His brain just was not straight enough, and the more he chased the memory, the more elusive it was. As with all pursued thoughts, he knew that he simply had to stop thinking about it, and the answer would flare brightly at him when he least suspected it. The problem was he was too impatient to understand what he thought he knew about the stranger now, and the fact that his mental faculties were still swirling loopily about only frustrated him all the more.
The smell was definitely something to do with killing... something he\'d killed? Maybe. Well, as a fledgling he\'d tried any number of flavours of beast and man, so that was nothing innovative. Something he\'d seen killed? Hmm, that didn\'t feel right - though, again, he\'d seen his family murder numerous banal and odd creations in his time, so it was technically just as likely. It just felt kind of right that it had to do with him, not the Lomans, however.
The fact was, the guy was just too far away and Kerr’s brain was too addled for him to get any clues as to the man’s true nature from some vaguely familiar aroma alone. Hell, it could just be pheromones for all he knew! It was enough that Kerr had identified him as ‘not human’. Beyond that, he might have to rely on his other senses…
The foreign hand felt normal enough, but the contact was causing some very interesting sensations to travel up his arm. Much like his skin was crawling, though there was no rash, no goosebumps, no burning or wild evidence to prove the fact. Just the feeling that it didn’t feel right to be touching this man; for whatever that was worth. As for sight and sound, well… the man was younger than him and had very interestingly shaded eyes, but that was about all there was of remark. And he hadn’t even heard his voice, so no help there, either.
The things he could be certain of came from smell and touch. The fact that these senses informed him beyond intellectual knowledge rather intrigued him, though. He didn’t know what the guy was, wouldn’t have known him from any of the demons or elementals or beasts he’d only read about in books (even in the Nameless City had Kerr’s education with other supernaturals been found severely lacking), but he knew there was something worthy of guarding himself – and Mandy – against here.
He resisted the urge to drop the man’s hand as he waited for a name to be proffered, intending to settle back only once he’d gleaned at least that much.
