He had been focusing on his phone for the moment. Even now, some messages were coming in from people he dealt with. He did not mind it, it gave him something to look at, while his mind was on something else. The scent that was getting closer and closer to his current location. Among the people within the state, within the world, he was aware of the supernatural. He was one of the supernatural himself after all. The one he was sensing now, was that of a werewolf. He had been confronted at times from some stray wolves, or others looking to come into this area. Most of New York belonged to others, but Long Island was his. It was a haven, protected by him. It was not unusual really to have wolves wishing to move in and take it from him. He was not seen as an alpha by many, but he was exactly that to others.

He had a makeshift pack, but he didn't specifically point himself out as an alpha. He was much happier being himself. What that was: a worlock, werewolf, club owning, business man, and more. He chuckled a bit to himself, before the scent got to close to ignore. It was across the street now, so close to him. Moments later, it was next to him. A tangible body belonging to the scent stood next to the table. He glanced up from his phone, at the voice that spoke to him. A man stood there, he was quite bold right off the bat as well. Telling him he had been looking for him, going so far as to call him werewolf in public. He watched the other for a moment, silently. He took in the appearance of the man, his hair, his eyes.

Cassius was known as a man of passion in many ways. He had been called a man of love as well at times. He was not picky, enjoying the company of men and women. His time on this world had been long, he had gotten plenty of time to experiment and have fun. Even now, he enjoyed pushing his limits and learning more. He had to admit, the man before him was not hard on the eyes at all. The boldness right off the bat was quite amusing as well. The other clearly gave off the air and scent of an alpha. So, the question then came to what he was here for. Why had he been looking for him? Cassius took a breath, sitting his phone down upon the table. He sat back within his chair, his eyes remaining upon the other before him.

"Well now..." he reached a hand up, brushing a bit of hair out of his face. "Seems you found me, wolf boy" he said, giving away that he clearly knew what the other was as well. He also knew his tone and playfulness would be a bit of a tug on that alpha side. Many would get pissed at another wolf being so coy and teasing. Even those of other packs often knew who the higher ups were and who to show respect to. Then again, there were those who chose to bluntly ignore the whole monarchy thing. They wanted the power themselves, or just wanted to seem badass. Whatever the reason was, his was merely for the fun of it. People needed to earn his trust, his respect. Not simply get it because of the title they thought they deserved. Even then though, Cassius was just a playful man at heart.