Carefully smoothing over the leather and ensuring that there's no mark left when he hears the smooth accented voice. Slowly he raises those bright blue eyes, and takes him in. The ruggedness of his jawline, the darkness of his eyes, and then the energy that just seems to radiate off of him. It was almost tangible and he can't help himself as he straightens up.

"I'm trying to be kind to them. I figure if most of them can tell what I am, I'm probably not going to mess with them."

And he's talking to him despite the obvious knowledge that the other man must have a clue who and what he is.

"Oh? Well maybe I should join you for a drink and you can share that information with me," he suggestions, arching a brow to see if he'll invite him to stay. He'll accept if he doesn't, but then what's the point of being on this trip without taking chances?