There was a lot in that angelic little face as she watched him: shock, confusion, and most unusual, there was recognition. Wouldn't be the first soul he'd claimed that knew the stories, the safe ones that kept prying eyes outta his damn business...

...what he didn't see, however, was the thing that bothered and confused the hell out of him: fear.

More resolved than he was a moment before to make sure this soul belonged to him, he raised one gloved hand and crooked a finger at her, beckoning the little life mage to join him at his table.