The moon was shining slightly, before you, a couple of bats were flying, uniting to form the silhouette of a boy. You soon realized that he was Zatz, the prince of bats. His red eye was illuminated tenderly by the Moonlight

"Good evening, I hope you are well"

Zatz bowed, in his voice there was courtesy and chivalry, he smiled slightly looking at you you waiting for your answer