[For what it's worth, Jonas' assumption isn't a bad one. The tips of D's ears, while not elongated, are pointed, poking out of the curtain of dark hair and pierced at each lob with an onyx orb.
He regards the offered hand for a moment until the fingers wiggle, then he raises his own long, pale fingers to take Jonas' handshake. His grip is kind, polite, belying the power behind it that can crush Jonas' hand until it bursts like a squeezed grape. It looks like his skin would be frigid, but it is in fact as warm as Jonas' own, human. He does not let it go. They are simply holding hands now. Thanks, weird nuts.]
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He regards the offered hand for a moment until the fingers wiggle, then he raises his own long, pale fingers to take Jonas' handshake. His grip is kind, polite, belying the power behind it that can crush Jonas' hand until it bursts like a squeezed grape. It looks like his skin would be frigid, but it is in fact as warm as Jonas' own, human. He does not let it go. They are simply holding hands now. Thanks, weird nuts.]
D. [Introductions.] I'm a dhampir.
Do you know what that is?