Isabel doesn't think that God has any place in this conversation, and laughs at the notion that the deity in question would agree with her opinion. "Si, but we are not strangers, Cesare," she resists smirking when he shows off his dimples. It is a mystery to her why she doesn't have a legion of cow-eyed, plump English dumplings mooning about the house; but, she quickly resumes their conversation to distract Fate's attentions to such a thought. "For now our friend knows that I am Isabel and you are Cesare."

Her eyes sparkle with merriment, echoing sentiments from the Beast at this evening's dancing hunt. "As for what we are up to, it is nothing more sinister than people watching on a late summer's night." She smiles at them both and resists the temptation to manipulate the shadows swirling around and down her skin further than she has. Some of the Lasombra would have, no doubt, but Isabel is happy to be more restrained than her Spanish cousins.

The boy mumbles something about visiting from the city and trying to decide if he should return by bus or stay longer. Shy, awkward, wondering why he's confiding this to them; gently, slowly the Beast purrs as Isabel continues to wrap thoughts of comfort and warmth around the lad.

"I am sorry," just a slight accent to explain the formality of her speech, "but I did not catch your name."