A reserved blue gaze makes itself over to Odessa's face, studying it. The first thing he catches sight of, as to be expected, is the grotesque exposure of her inner jawbone and teeth on an otherwise flawless, pretty face. He's seen several gore-centered movies that could explain through fiction why she appeared this way, but to no avail does he consider of any of them. Rather, he takes a quick glimpse over her head, double checking to see if she's accompanied by anyone. She apparently had quite a handful of information about him, ranging from the lesser important, public knowledge of his name to the more private feed of his double, murderous lifestyle. The last thing he needed was being setup by some kind of investigator. 

Whilst she grows closer, he loosens his tightened posture and focuses his attention in on her eyes rather than the blaring mishap of her features. Both hands hang at his sides, relaxed and unconcerned. If she was as heinous as she was painting herself out to be (and not an actress pretending to empathize with another killer), then he could only hope she wouldn't take advantage of his ability to remain open. Granted, if she did; he had full confidence that he could handle her around or away. He did have the muscles for it.

"Are you confessing to eating bodies?" Though he smiles as if he's clueless, there's admission of catching onto her inquisitive approach in the highlight of his eyes. This is his version of being playful, and yet keeping it safe for himself.