She gives him a good, solid shake. She could smell him from outside, but now, here, she can practically taste him. Good thing the addictive properties of fae blood are not something she wants to have any sort of anything with. Her work is too important to her to let blood lust get in the way of it.

"Well, I hope you don't aim to prove me wrong." She slides into the chair, letting the waiter help her to the table.

"It's been some time, hasn't it?" Her smile is friendly as she looks across the table at him. It was likely at some event or another, they all tended to blend together if you weren't there to assassinate anyone.