"Well I mean, I'm either going to need to sneak a flask and be a dick or eat people," he says with a smirk, trying to look innocent at the same time. With his boyish looks, so young when he was turned anyway, he does come off quite young.

And wickedly deadly with the things he's saying.

"They make no sense," he sighs. "What is the point of living this long to not enjoy the technology that comes with longevity?" He shakes his head, not even understanding the way some think.

"I like that," he says, smiling and not even testing to see if it's actually her number. Who would give a vampire that could track them down a bum number? "I'll see you soon then?"

He looks to the bartender. "Her drinks of the night are mine." Not as if it's his credit card anyway.