frost.

frozen down to the core

Frost did little to ease the utter confusion and clear confliction of emotion upon the young woman before him. Her failure to either acknowledge or respond to his efforts at a joke- no matter how dry- had seemingly rendered the poor woman a waste of time in the mind of the equine. Frost, instead, having shifted entirely into a being worthy of that very moniker as he continued to stare towards the poor girl with the clear anticipation that she would vacate the chair he desired to occupy himself. The rest of the patrons in the Inner Sanctum knew that the very chair the woman sat within belonged to him. In fact, that very space was rarely occupied unless by Frost himself. The regulars having long ago given up attempting claim the position for themselves. Far more than one having cringed away from the stallions icy stare and equally frosted demeanor. This woman, however, continued to stare at him in utter bafflement. As if his request had not been blatantly clear. That very question was near repeated back toward him as Frost's own violet gaze narrowed ever so slightly more. Whatanswer did she anticipate from him? Had he not been clear? What an obscure woman she was. Humans. How very...oblivious they were. Was she in his chair?

"Yes."

That, surely, would be enough to make his point clear once more. That chair was by far the most ideal chair in the entire cafe. It allowed a view of the entire store, was away from the door and its draft and too- provided an outlook of the street. It was...unfortunate, Frost supposed, to allow those more animalistic instincts afflict him in his human form and yet that territorialism was a distinctly difficult notion to shake. That was his chair and she was in it. His near deadpan words however seemed to prompt an almost unexpected reaction within the young woman before him. The girl having the spine to argue- or at least try to. Hmmm. How very curious. Frost allowed his head to tilt ever so slightly- that very action so giving away the faintest hint of intrigue in the attractive young woman and her sudden bravery before she queried whether or not he was the owner. One violet eye raised ever so slightly. Frost's gaze turned from his companion if only briefly to watch a frustrated Alexander attempt to restore some level of order to his cafe. The Hunter was otherwise occupied and.....mostly out of ear shot. Mostly. Surely he could get away with....playing a little pretend. Frost's gaze shifted smoothly back to the young woman then, a faint hint of a simper tugging at his otherwise stoic features as his demeanor seemed to shift ever so slightly once more.

"Yes. I am the owner. He is a very temperamental cashier. Do you think I should fire him?"

Frost's fingers slid across the table. His gaze hardly left the young woman's own as he reached for that sugar jar only to flip the lid and pluck a singular, sweet cube from within before abruptly lifting it to his lips. As if she might not notice such a thing. Unguarded sugar was a true rarity. Alexander was normally nothing if not swift in having the waitresses remove the sugar jars from the tables the moment Frost walked in. The stallion having previously consumed several jars in their entirety on one occasion- prompting the Macedonians sudden ban on Frost having any. Today however, Alexander was otherwise occupied. His pilfering of that sweet treat however had clearly not gone unnoticed. The young woman reached down only to grasp that jar and hold it up toward him before inquiring as to whether he wanted more.

"Don't go holding it up!"

Frost reached to snatch the jar from his companions hands before hurriedly seating himself in that chair opposite her. This was not the chair he wanted and yet at the risk of losing that sugar he was, it seemed, willing to take that lesser seat for now. The stallion's violet gaze shifted hurriedly sideways if only to assure Alexander had not caught sight of that momentary act before Frost placed that jar on the table in front of him now. Several sugar cubes were plucked from within before being lifted to his lips- his gaze returned to the young woman opposite him.

"My...employee is very sensitive about the sugar."

That, clearly, was an explanation. At least, the only one Frost seemed content to offer his new companion.

"I haven't seen you in here before."

Whether such a thing was a question or a statement remained to be seen.

"So. How do you like my cafe? And the chair you're still sitting in?"