Matthew was grinning brashly as he walked in, jacket and tie lost somewhere to the evening already and leaving a little triangle of chest peeking out above a few popped buttons to compliment his otherwise perfectly coifed hair. Always nice to be welcomed warmly, without any daggers to the eye or curses upon his house.
"Oh my god, you were amazing," his brunette gushed, smiling in that on Cloud 9 way that only fangirls and those lucky enough to fall under charms were. It was immediately followed by the blond gushing a similar sentiment, along with a- "Do you guys have Merch?"
Matthew hadn't needed any touching to feel the talent there, but even under the smell of dried gum, spilled drinks, some poor girls vomit being tracked in by various shoes no matter how much bleach the staff used to clean it, Jeff smelt Different.
It had been a long time since Matthew had found a Mage that wasn't already well aware and properly warned and protected against his kind, and while he couldn't be sure that's what he had here, he was willing to roll his dice and bet.
"You made quite an impression, I must say," Matthew followed, his softly French-twisted accent curling with his luring smile. "I am fond of finding up and comers, people who maybe need a little more attention than they're getting now." There was something about his voice, the sultry smooth promise of it that Jeff might recognize as a different but similar kind of Magic. One that oh so subtly encouraged him towards agreeing with whatever Matthew might have to offer.
"You could pack a lot more in than the mere hundred and fifty you've gotten tonight, no?"
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"Oh my god, you were amazing," his brunette gushed, smiling in that on Cloud 9 way that only fangirls and those lucky enough to fall under charms were. It was immediately followed by the blond gushing a similar sentiment, along with a- "Do you guys have Merch?"
Matthew hadn't needed any touching to feel the talent there, but even under the smell of dried gum, spilled drinks, some poor girls vomit being tracked in by various shoes no matter how much bleach the staff used to clean it, Jeff smelt Different.
It had been a long time since Matthew had found a Mage that wasn't already well aware and properly warned and protected against his kind, and while he couldn't be sure that's what he had here, he was willing to roll his dice and bet.
"You made quite an impression, I must say," Matthew followed, his softly French-twisted accent curling with his luring smile. "I am fond of finding up and comers, people who maybe need a little more attention than they're getting now." There was something about his voice, the sultry smooth promise of it that Jeff might recognize as a different but similar kind of Magic. One that oh so subtly encouraged him towards agreeing with whatever Matthew might have to offer.
"You could pack a lot more in than the mere hundred and fifty you've gotten tonight, no?"