Sariel was taken aback by Jess’ question, and struggled to come up with a story to explain his presence. He hadn’t considered that Jess would become suspicious or at the very least mired in logic. He was there. Did it matter how? Apparently so, and now Sariel was stuck. He sipped his wine to buy himself some time.
“I’m afraid, that much like you, I was travelling. My companion became very disagreeable with me and left me here. I’m lodged in room in a nearby motel, and have been for several days while I either procure a new means of travel, or my companion returns to continue our trip.” Sariel affected a laugh, somewhat nervous, “I suppose that tempers went rather high strung. I have taken to walking the length of the main road, just taking in the quiet of the fields. Rather fortituous that we met at that moment. It’s kismet.” He gave her a charming smile.
As off the cuff the tale was, Sariel rather thought it was a good story. An element of truth to it. He did have a companion of sorts, and he was a rather disagreeable bastard. They hadn’t been traveling together, per se, but they were walking a rather shaky, if figurative, road together. It could still be kismet even though he had accidentally on purpose made contact with Jess? Sariel submitted that it could be so.
He looked into her eyes, with the kind of uncomfortable soul searching gaze most humans were deeply uncomfortable with, and smiled. Nothing at all wrong with him, he was completely innocent and adorable here. Affable, to the point of being used as a rug.