“As you wish, Miss Elizia. Or, Irina - if you would prefer. Terribly sorry.” Ashley seemed to be quite the apologetic type, as he just spoke quickly and in an almost rushed manner. It was a mannerism caused by his upbringing. A mother who desperately tried for a daughter and a father in the army who was... less than pleasant. Ashley tried not to dwell on his past often, but it often crept up on him like a bad dream or intrusive thought. Ashley cleared his throat, signaling that he would begin speaking. “Are there other of our ilk among this establishment?” Ashley was eager. He had not been in the presence of another Vileblood in over fifty years, and in those years he was a pariah of society. Hence, he never stayed anywhere for long. He had been a mercenary of sorts. Though, there was something else that made him eager to meet others of his kind. It stemmed from a pit that formed within his bosom so many years ago. He had kept his nature and thoughts to himself for so long, perhaps he wanted to meet other Vilebloods so he could unload the baggage he was carrying. That he had been for so long. Even then, what would they believe? What would they think of him? Hell, would it be even of himself to communicate outwards what he felt? He was overthinking, and as such another mannerism of his manifested. With his right hand, he clutched his silver bell necklace and began to caress it with a finger. It may have seemed odd, but he wasn’t even aware he was doing it.