Dante wasn't looking to be anyone's victim, but he would gladly provide entertainment. What kind remained to be seen, but his eyes flicked over Jynx's dress with keen interest as he sat down next to her. His scruffy appearance and the dark shirt under his red duster gave him a gloomy look, but ice blue eyes glittered with interest and perhaps even mischief beneath perfectly white hair that contrasted with a face that was in its thirties at most.

He ordered himself a drink, something with strawberries and a proof that you could use as lamp oil, and leaned one elbow on the bar. Once again he turned to look at Jynx, as if sizing her up and deciding how to approach. It was an almost predatory seeming action, but his smooth voice was relaxed and casual when he finally spoke.

"Ain't a dame like you a bit young to be hanging out in a dive like this?"

Really, he didn't care if she was old enough to drink or not. But he wouldn't know where he would be trying to take this until he was sure she was of age...and one thing he knew well was that you never directly ask a woman her age.