Oh no he's cute.

She sits next to him, leans into him a bit - not in his personal space, but he could easily close the gap. "What's someone as cute as you doing alone here?"

Well if he was blushing before, he's positively incandescent now.  "Well, I don't really like - hunting - or, oh, am I supposed to flirt back, I don't really know how to flirt - I'm sorry I probably sound really dumb and goofy right now - "

She smiles at him. "Flirting's appreciated! But I'm fine with honest conversation."

He grins.  "Well.  I don't really like hunting.  I'm a cannibal - I mean, I eat humans, the kind of demon I am eats humans, and that's what people call demons who eat humans even though I think cannibalism technically means eating things that are the same species as you?  But, ugh, I'm getting off track - I eat humans but any time I try to hunt them I always wind up feeling really bad for whoever I kill, and then someone told me about this place - I guess it's not really any better for the humans," he giggles sheepishly, "but I feel better about it.  I guess you could make the argument that if I eat here I never risk having to kill more people in order to cover up the first guy I killed?  But that seems like kind of a reach."  He shrugs one shoulder.

"Probably isn't better for them," she says with a fake-casual shrug. Also aaaahhhhhhh this is really stretching her ability to lie, obligate cannibals who feel guilty about that but in the way non-vegetarians sometimes go 'but cows are kind of cute' hadn't occurred to her... She hums. "Do you know if, like, the human needs to have had a brain ever? Maybe you could work on - I don't know, cloning people? Vat meat?" Kind of a creepy thought, but.

He laughs.  "I think that's a bit out of my league, honestly.  I don't see why it wouldn't work, though!  If someone figures it out I'll probably switch."

She can't punch him until he becomes more concerned, how does she handle this!!!

"I'll poke my biologist friends," she says with a thin little laugh.

Giggle.  "Sounds like a project!  - We've been talking about me this whole time, what about you?  What brings you here?"

"It does! And I'm helping a friend look for someone, but, well, can't do that all night, can I?"

"Is that woman you came with who you're helping?"

She nods. "Long story, but we're looking for a Vanessa - long dark hair, pale, kind of tall, super smug. Personally, I'm not in a rush, but." She laughs a bit. "I don't think bars are my friend's scene."

"Oh yeah, I've seen her around."  He narrows his eyes pensively.  "If I'm thinking of the same person - she used to come around every Friday, but she hasn't shown up lately."

"Oh, thanks!" She'll let the conversation draw on a while longer, nudging it around to Vanessa and the people she's with, but not making it too much like herself, or like she's interrogating him. This is a flirty conversation, he's just helping her of his own accord!

He'll identify a few people who tend to hang around her, including one who he's seen around once or twice even after Vanessa herself stopped showing up.  "Walter Galbraith," he says.  "You can't miss him, he's the guy who's always immaculately dressed and wears an eyepatch."  He leans in conspiratorially: "I don't think he's actually missing an eye, he just does it to look cool.  If you keep coming back you'll probably catch him."

"Oh, I can't imagine why I wouldn't - the company's excellent."

Blush.  "Um, can I ask - what species are you?"

"You sure may." And she names a species - mostly solitary, so there's no real communities of them, perfectly human passing, eat ambient emotions and grow sick if they eat food...

He nods.  "I don't think I've heard of them - I guess if you're solitary I wouldn't've.  I'm - well, you probably can't pronounce it - " he makes a sound from deep in his chest like the basso-vibrato growl of a cassowary.  "It basically means acid-fang-people.  We have a whole extra set of vocal cords," he slaps his chest, "so we can make a bunch of sounds no one else can."  He giggles a little: "we make no evolutionary sense."

She laughs. "I'd have a lot of trouble resisting the temptation to taunt humans with that." She shakes her head, meets Gaara's eyes. "Though I think my friend's getting restless now. I'll see you around?"

Grin.  "See you around."

Wave, and off to Gaara. They make their way out soon after, taking the scenic route until they're sure no one's following them (Gaara has her sand spread finely to use for sensing) before cutting over to Giles' car.

He lets them in, and drives away.

"No trouble, I take it?"

"None at all! Vanessa hasn't been there in a while, and didn't get her hideout, but one of her hangers-on still comes around regularly."

"Well, congratulations on completing your first mission unscathed."

"Thanks! I'll probably need to go back again to find the dude, but I've got an excuse now."