The stinking nosferatu set plates down in front of them. He hadn't ordered much more than appetizers. He took a bite out of an egg roll, chewed, and swallowed it before noticing his empty glass still sitting on the end of the table. 

"Chül Máktö, Nösferatu." He said loud enough for vampiric ears. He wasn't even sure the young vampire knew how to speak the ancient Vampiric language, but surely she wasn't so deluded that she wouldn't recognize its existence.  

Returning to the conversation, he looked to Amuné, unamused, "My intention was to let you decide that." He said simply. He knew there was nothing he could say that would make her trust him. This was some kind of test from a teenage girl. A game he was not interested in playing. He was growing increasingly impatient, although he didn't outwardly express it. He popped the remainder of the egg roll into his mouth and chewed, waiting with even less patience for the nosferatu to replenish his drink. 
[@shylarah]