Handshake is lazy but unhesitating, easy strength, his skin as cool as any human's might be on a stiffly autumn evening, taking with him the room temperature always. His kind of vampire sports death paleness and bright eyes, and when he speaks, over-sized canines are just apparent without hindering vowels and consonants.

There's also no need to tag his name onto that. 'Frost' was fine.

"So what are you meant to be?"

He rocks back a step because-- frankly-- height tends to demand a little distance, but also because it's night time and standing still doesn't always come easily, even if restlessness is made manifest in loose limbed pacing. "If not just a sympathiser."