"I wouldn't know."

Daniel doesn't miss a beat, despite the closeness and the way the other's hands brush across his surprising him immensely. The act, yes, but something more. Those slender, elegant fingers have sharp ends, pointed and claw like. Daniel's smile widens, and he leans back, tilting his head to the side.

"What brings you to San Fran?" he introduces, and his smile tugs a little wider as he looks the stranger in the eye again. "Quite the French accent. Auvergne?"