Great Trixy had come over to the bar, just the exact opposite he wanted at the moment when he was nearly loosing control of the beast in him. He turned toward her when he felt like he wasn't going to lash out towards her and gazed at her lips, the lingering scent of blood on them. He didn't stare out of disgust or false not knowing what it was but in desire. He craved blood, he craved a kill at that moment. The blood sang sweetly to him, enough to nearly make him sick with desire. He turned away focusing back to his drink. Eventually he calmed himself down, now that the guy was gone that she had been with, the desire to splatter the man's skull ebbed away. He worked on his cigarette trying his best to ignore the vampire next to him but eventually caved in on himself.

"I'm just a bringer of bad omens," he finally replied ",Besides I was having a good time until I saw you grinding against your dinner," He took another drink from his bottle before continuing."I'm surprised you are here actually. I thought you would be more into those rich pricks for your meal tickets Frenchy." He looked back at her taking note of how her dressed hugged her body, how her fingers elegantly swirled her drink, her voluptuous lips. The alcohol definitely must of been kicking in, not desire, couldn't be desire not for a vampire.