[ Camille's smile lingers; warm, faint, appropriately reserved for the moment - but undeniably a little pleased, too. ] A pleasure to meet you, Midnight.

[ He crosses his legs, body angled just enough that he can easily speak with his new companion. ]

Simply out for a stroll. I find the night air agrees with me. If it isn't too presumptuous, I get the feeling we're of a kindred spirit, in that. [ He knows, as he assumes Midnight knows the same of him, a secret shared. But delicateness has ever been required of their kind. ]