Jackson chuckled at Vance's comment, shaking his head as the restuarant erupted into chaos. "That's where your wrong Vance, I don't think myself a master of fear, just a conduit for a spirit of fear, madness, shadows, and primal predatory power." Seeing no need to hide anything anymore, he summoned his blade from the shadows of his sleeve,  twirling it around for a bit, his eye glowing a deep scarlet red. "Also, I like the way you handle things Vance, I think I may be in love."

He stalked over to the waitress, ready to strike the second she tried anything. Taking a secpnd to look her overr for a second, he sighed again, cursing the fates for being so cruel. "Gods, what waste to have to fight such a beautiful woman, but alas it my job. I suggest you come kicking abd screaming, as it's a helluva lot more fun that way."