[He looks at her hand as though it'd bite him, flexing his stiff fingers as he considers whether or not to shake it. On the one hand, it's the polite thing to do; on the other, he doesn't have much going for him flesh-wise beneath his gloves, and he's afraid people will be able to tell that the second they give his hand a grip.
He continues mulling over that as his glowing eyes flick back to her.]
Carlisle. I was just... enjoying. The party. [The smells of it.]
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He continues mulling over that as his glowing eyes flick back to her.]
Carlisle. I was just... enjoying. The party. [The smells of it.]