Jackson shrugged. "I'm a night owl and I figured a club would bring in the best income for myself. My family has money anyway, so I used some of my inheritance to get it started." He answered, finishing his drink. He watched as she twirled her aqua hair between his fingers and briefly found himself thinking to what it'd be like through his fingers and when he would pull her head back and feed from her soft flesh. Her blood was screaming at him, but he fought urge down rather well. "Care to dance, Yvette?" He asked. Yes, that's what he needed to take his mind off everything. A dance with the beautiful woman.