He wasn't the one that stood up the most in terms of looks...she looked at the shady look the adult male had...in fact he wasn't very dignified at all, he seemed to be hunched over, almost like a monkey, but something about him had caught her attention. She could tell, even from a distance, that his outfit was expensive...maybe even handmade, it contrasted greatly with all the hair he seemed to have coming out of his black gloves. Almost like a damsel from the beginning of the twentieth century, he wore those gloves covering his hands, and, though she couldn't see his hands, she felt like they were likely very strong ones. A lifetime of crime fighting had left her with a bad impression on gloves – which always seemed to help cover up crimes. – But for some reason she couldn't place the type of gloves – very fine ones, expensive ones. – as the type used by burglars and thieves.

He was tall, taller than her, though he was at eye level with her due to the way he stood, hunched over. She could see the colour of his eyes, dark blue, almost as dark as her own black eyes, and she smiled. Girls didn't seem to be paying attention to him, and he didn't seem to be paying attention to them, he was just looking around.

To her it was obvious he was uncomfortable with the place where he was, but at the same time his eyes told her a tale of resolve and determination, he wasn't doing much, just holding a drink, but she didn't held her gaze, keeping it up to a rude degree.

She wasn't looking at him because of his expensive suit, or lack of grace, she was staring at him because frankly...he was a conundrum .– Compared to the people dancing, or the ones getting absolutely wasted, he wasn't doing much, he was only looking around, something you could do anywhere else. Why he was in a discotheque, of all places, was beyond her.

Lord Monkey Fist as he liked to be called felt like he was being watched. This had been a most idiotic idea, for him to come, dressed sharply, and walk between those people...normal people, who didn't share his fascinations and interests, and who seemed bent on consuming more alcohol that he could possibly imagine. He was an old soul, someone with an interest in art and history, this might have been the place to pick up young women, who, while not having estrus cycles, would still want to do intimate practices. But he didn't belong here, he was painfully aware of that. It was late he should probably go back to his chateau and entertain himself with documentaries and books – hopefully enough to ignore his crippling loneliness.

That was when he noticed the looks she was giving him. Truth be told he had noticed that her gaze had fallen up on him before, but had it assumed to be a trick of his mind. But there was no doubt about it now, she was looking at him.

He looked at her psychical features...she didn't look half bad if he could be totally honest, she had what was essential on a female...but he had been fooled in the past. It wasn't just meat he needed, he needed someone who could hold a conversation, someone who opposed him.

Worse than being totally proper though, was being an idiot, if there was one thing Lord Monkey Fisk (or technically Lord Montgomery, as per his legal name) didn't stand was the dumbness of some people.

Still though, if her brain was as flashy as the glimmer in her eyes, he'd have a lot of fun with her. She at least appeared to be modest, most girls in the place wore dresses that left very little to be revealed, she however, didn't.

He hoped she wasn't just as contained as her outfit appeared to make her...he would find himself bored to tears if that were the case. Still though, he didn't lose anything in trying to and try and talk to her, what was the worse thing that could happen?

Reminding himself to try and walk like a vulgar and normal human being, without knuckle walking, something he had found himself doing more and more as time went by, he smiled as he approached. While most apes and simians were herbivores there were some that indulged in the occasional meat meal. Lord Monkey Fist grinned. Much like a hunter chasing his prey, he had his eyes on her, and he was going to go and end this whole thing. He didn't plan on having her if she didn't want to...there were limits even to his dark ways, and respecting the woman was a thing he planned on doing, but he was going to at least try and convince her to come home with him.

How he was going to deal with her when she saw his hands and what they had become...he didn't know, he hoped she wouldn't ran, for he wouldn't pursue, but that peculiarity didn't stop his confident stride to her.

She noticed him looking towards her, and she flattened herself against the surface of the counter. Though she had been definitively checking him out moments ago, she was sort of embarrassed to be caught, and the man coming in towards her was definitively going to talk to her. Despite being the leader of a major organization she felt like a teenage girl, caught looking at her crush. She became as red as she could be, rivalling the flashing lights on a siren, and she tried holding herself in. Confidence was definitively something she did not lack in her day to day life...though it was painfully useless against the monster that was bureaucracy, but now she felt all her confidence drip away.

Physics dictated that the likelihood of her being able to disappear were zero to none, but she wished she could. None of her spy gadgetry was available at the moment, and she wouldn't be exactly be discrete, if she threw a smoke bomb, which she hadn't anyway.

He smiled at her as she looked down, compared to him she was almost petite, he imagined how well their skins would mash, and how he could grab her and...but that wasn't for now, that was for later, if he managed to impress her, which he would try to do.

"Do you fancy a drink?" – He asked the clearly embarrassed and clearly red Betty. He had to admit, the shy, totally not confident girl was making him wonder if he was wasting his time.

Betty managed to gain a small semblance of her confidence and she managed to refuse the drink, stating plain and simply that she didn't "Indulge".

Unsure of what else to say Lord Montgomery thought to step back and let himself be washed away, but Betty, now that she had regained some sense of confident, knew what direction to take.

She smiled – A smile that took Lord Montgomery aback, at how shiny it was under the rotating lights of the place, that just happened to shine on her face. – And she agreed to it...in part.

"No alcohol, but I wouldn't mind a cup of coffee, if you don't mind."

She smiled a second time though this time the light didn't reflect on her teeth, blinding people, and she walked through the door. He followed, unsure of where exactly he could get a cup of coffee at that time of the night.