She shuffled along awkwardly; that was fine. Daniel was used to his marks being uncomfortable with his existence. It made more sense for this kind of dynamic anyway for whatever reason. Fangs like her were usually the most confused with what to think of him. It kind of went both ways ,since he felt like he punched a lot more fangs than he saved. Regardless, she cut out with the eye stuff which helped put him at ease.
She asked questions about the vial, seemingly not quite getting the operation. If he was being entirely honest Daniel wasn't really sure himself? Whenever he used his own acid against someone he just generated it on the spot. It was the most potent that way after all. Bleeding or spitting it at someone got just enough range to be effective in a close quarters brawl, and that had mostly been what he worked with. The vial-of-goop thing was a new idea he had come up with to try and make an effort even if he wasn't around. Technically speaking she was the first person he was trying this enhanced self defense thing with but he wasn't going to let her know that, not when she already seemed so nervous that she was going to drop the thing on the spot and shatter a good evening's hard work kneeling over his kitchen sink like he was a grade schooler sick over a toilet bowl.
"I mean, I'd just throw it. Mostly 'cause glass is kinda hard to deal with. It'll help as much as the acid will anyway. If you don't think they deserve that then sure uncork it. Or if you're not strong enough to break it." He squints, scrutinizing her form. They didn't
seem strong. "Aren't you fangs usually tougher? Supposed to be apex predators or whatever right? Ima be honest. I haven't met many of you face to face. Mostly just heard stories." He shrugs, content to let her be whatever proof of how things were. "Anyway. It's acid, I'd avoid the eyes unless you're looking to catch a charge, but any contact with the skin will hurt like a bitch." He grinned, proud of his little deterrent. "Pepper spray's expensive. Especially the enchanted shit you need to actually stop a wolf or a cat, This is cheap, since it's a renewable resource."
He faltered for the first time when he came to the doorway of her bakery. The larger merfolk loomed inside but didn't take the last few steps; himself reduced to a mere vampiric stereotype much like the ones he suggested she should fulfill. If he was being totally honest? It had never quite gotten to this point. Most people dipped as soon as they got to a lit thoroughfare. He had escorted a few people home, but he'd never been invited inside. Come to think of it he wasn't sure if she actually lived here, but it was supposed to be none of his buisiness at this point. Yet...she invited him in, nobody had done that before. Nobody had offered him tarts, either.
His stomach grumbled, and he walked inside, taking a seat that protested slightly as it shifted under his weight; this was evidentially something he was used to to not be bothered by it. What did have more of an effect was the tarts: He stared for a full few seconds as if expecting her to pull them away at the last second. His hand reached out slowly before quickly snapping one into his mouth whole.
"Mwoah. Mrish ish oog." He mumbled with a mouth full, jaws snapping shut with sharpened teeth like piranhas around flesh. Mango was a special treat, so he savored it for all of two seconds before he swallowed. "Mmm. You're good." He nodded sagely, before poking the second tart like a shark testing the waters. "I'm not about to say not to a drink. No clue what the last one is, but I'd take whatever. You probably want me gone though- I know what I look like. So I'll just take that one and get out of your hair." There was nothing...self deprecative in his tone. He knew the monster he appeared to be, and he knew most people didn't like looking at him. Grimacing as he massages his chest- the chewing was aggravating his ribs again. Stupid bones.
