Enjoying his drink, Damion was leaning back against the bar, the night being relatively calm as he chatted with an old client. Something about him being a luck struck fool. Of course, he simply wanted a bit of venom from his barb, the male wanted to waste away in a drunken stupor of ecstasy that could leave him forgetting his own name.
"Well that would cost you a bit, but I can make it happen."

He didn't care, coin was coin. Reaching out, his hand shifting slightly from a strong masculine arm to fair tender skin and cared nails. fingers becoming to the fellow only for his spell to be broken, a curse under his breath while a young girl bumped into him, liquid spilling over his coat, the smell of cheap drink filling his nose causing him to crinkle his nostrils and furrow his brow, tail twitching in irritation like a cat over a offending mouse. 
"Look, if you're going to get me wet, you better be buying me dinner first." A sly grin appearing on his features, he tilted his head, allowing the dragon to clean up the mess as he left her a top. Keep a good name in these parts, thats what one must do in order to stay in the good graces of more...temperamental beasts. 

Yet before he could even make friends with the young woman, or even comment on the drunken vampire.... Damion turned his head, his eyes narrowed and the playfulness gone. "I smell a rat..."
And a rat it was indeed. A hunter, chaos exploding before his eyes as a dagger embedded the girl, humans taking pictures only to meet the end of their lives within moments, dust dancing across the floor while the sound of weapons unsheathing sang in harmony like a vengeful orchestra. 

"And that is my cue to leave."
A smirk on his face, the male backed up, hands behind his back while rocking on his heels. "Been swell but this little lady can't get her hair ruined, I just got it done. Give the owner my sympathy, you know where to find me." Already opening a gate way to his home he waved, falling backwards into his home. Landing on the mattress in a heap. "Guess that could have gone better...."

Something needed to be done about the hunters. They were getting a bigger set of balls that needed to be cut. he was no fighter, but he had other things to offer.
He was just getting sick of not being able to have a drink without a knife being shoved in a comrade's back.