“If you are going to follow a man, I would suggest using more stealth. You see, with your beautiful, blonde hair; you stick out like a sore thumb, miss. Even with one eye, I could detect that you were watching me the entire time. I’m not going to fault you for that, even though I would not suggest walking into a back alley in this town. I might be King but I can assure you, only bad things happen back here.” Bael was reliving his childhood almost. In this form, he was visit his old stomping grounds and as fate would have it, like a moth to an open flame; Alice fell for his little trap. He was now standing in front of her as he would take her by the hand, forcing her to turn around and face him. Offering a faint smile, Bael leans over, pressing his lips into her forehead before pulling himself back. “That boy. Stefan, correct? He seems impressive enough but he isn’t King Bael. You should know that better than anyone else.” His voice was still deep but it was overwhelming as he gave her a slight nod. “I’m going to assume that you are in search of regret and a nasty headache in the morning? I can offer you that but I would much rather be in your company while you are sober so I have something outside of your remarkable beauty to remember you by..”