Fascinating. [sincerely; he takes up his wineglass and leans on the bar to prove his interest] Indeed, that is somewhat similar to my people. Zihuan is my style name, given to me at my coming of age. No one may use it without permission. People really are rather similar despite their worlds, aren't they?

[his eyes flick over her for a brief moment, checking her out but not ogling. I mean it's hard not to notice the webbed fingers and skin tone but everything else, well, he needs to take it in]

I feel as though I have neglected to get to know so many of my fellow undead, I should like to take tonight to make up for that. Poetry is still on the table, of course, but I will be content learning more of you, L...Merwen.