“Sure I do! Known that guy and his little friend for a hell of a long time! But you know how us vampires are, everyone seems to know everyone--especially those of us from the old world. Small world, like I said. But yeah. Oh yeah. He’s handsome alright, ain’t he? A real looker. Kind of a prude though, and that’s no good for the likes of me. No good for the likes of you either, by the sounds of it, huh?” Unsurprising, in every sense of the word. But the words seem to better fuel that persistent sense of mirth underpinning the entire conversation as the vampire snickers behind his cigarette, broad shouldrs tilting with every sultry hum of deep, dulcet laughter.
“Me? Oh, I’m fun alright. This old man’s got some life in him yet, if you wanna join me at some of my old haunts. Even though my tastes run exclusively in the masculine.” A wink lids one dark eye, smoke seeping from the part in his smile as he tilts his head to one side in an expression of coyness that can be nothing other than feigned. “Doesn’t mean I can’t show you a good time in some other kinda way, right? Night’s still young, if you wanna try some of the clubs up in snob hill~”